Health...care?

Where's the care in healthcare??
Honestly!
Why in the bloody hell do we leave our lives in the hands of people that literally couldn't give a shit less about us.
I'm not talking about nurses...obviously...being that I am one.
I'm talking about the bloodsucking corporations. The hospitals. And the government.
I've never been one of those people that felt like America was so flawed...until today.
Today I got my bill from the hospital. From the surgery I had last week.
$20,000.
For 24 hours.
Of care?
I get that the surgery itself would be spendy... I mean that's a lot of sterile things going on at once.
Buuuuut saying that I managed to rack up $1,600 in medications is....just....well, its outrageous.
I took 5 mg of Morphine. Two vicodin. One Colace. Two simethicone and three ibuprofen, which, mind you...those are OTC.
So riddle me this...I managed to rack up over one thousand dollars (which is how much my mortgage payment is) in just those medications??
Really?
I am not saying they need to be free. I get that things need to be paid for but commmme onnnn.
Its not like I went out drunk driving, got into a wreck and broke my neck. (which would be terrible, I'm not saying those people don't deserve care) What I am saying is...I didn't cause  the need for this quote unquote care that I received.
I had pain. Went to the doc. She said I needed surgery. Got the thing removed. Had a few meds. Met a few nurses. Went home.
$20,000.
I figured it up.
I spent $750 before I walked into the room to have surgery.
Spent $40 to have someone fill out a few paragraphs for insurance purposes.
And after insurance I will owe almost 4K.
If I make payment of $25 (which is what hospitals usually do)...I will have this debt hanging over me for 12 and a half yeeears.
Years.
By then I can almost promise I will have something else go wrong.
God, give me strength. Because right now, I want to go apeshit.
And God, forgive me for saying your name in the same breath that I said apeshit.
And God, thank you for making me relatively healthy.
Oh, and God... I am going to need a job that pays under the table. Lol. Or I am in trouble!

Broke as a not-funny joke,
Ween

Flawless

I hate when people act like they are all perfect.
Like they've changed their life around.
Like they've all the sudden turned a new leaf.
Like they aren't mean anymore.
Or like...they all of the sudden have a new found passion for learning...or something.

Admit that you suck just as bad as the next person.

We all have flaws.
ALL of us.
You are no different.
You can act like you are something special all you want...but you are still a human.
You will make mistakes.

Just admit it.

And while we are admitting things...
I must admit that I am looking flawless tonight.
Got my hair did and my makeup all nice.

Going out with some of my favorite people.
Because my life is amazing...
Not perfect.
But amazing.

Work, work, sleep, work, freak out, work

Its kinda funny how you wake up one day and BAM!
There you are...old as creation.
You spend the first 20 or so years of your life trying to grow up. Saying things like..."I can't wait to have my own house and my own life!"
And sure, your own quiet little habitat is great..you can walk around in your skibbies, listen to music loud as a concert while you mop the floor and drink a pop with breakfast. All's fine and dandy...untillll the mortgage is due at the first of the month...and your main sewer line backs up...aaaand you will be off work for a billion weeks so you don't know how any of this will play out.

I regret ever not wanting to take a nap.
Naps rock.
Bills don't.

I'm pooped.
I am newlywed that never sees her husband.

And I am a homeowner who just wants a friggen KitchenAid mixer. That's all I want. I don't know why, I already have a mixer....but I have my sights set on this beaut...and its all I can think about.
http://cgi.ebay.com/KitchenAid-Stand-Mixer-White-w-Pink-Ribbon/360399796761?_trksid=p1468660.m2000037
I don't care what color, it could  be camouflage for all I care. I just want to bake a cake...mop my floor with loud music, in my skibbies, in my house.

That's when you know you're old...you want a mixer. More than anything.

Ween out

Another day, another dollar...spent

Got canceled at work today. Most people would be happy about that. But not me. I am freaking out about it. I need all the hours I can get...hence the reason I have been working evenings...because even though I never see my husband anymore, at least I get paid.  Need to get all the dollas I can saved up before the 19th...or we are in some shit.

So...since I never see my darling and I am broke, the only thing I can do that allows me to curb my love for shopping as well as my love for living the most frugal that I can...I coupon.  And boyyyyy do I love it.

 

That  was $3.16.

 Worth over $86.

That's a 96% savings...which is 100% good for the soul.

Granted, I don't have a baby, but I can donate it. And yeah, I chew my nails therefore I rarely require emery boards, but that's not the point.

The point is I am the bomb diggity at saving money...which is good because I am about to be more broke than ever. 

Fingers crossed for that ovary!

-Ween

Sorry

Whatever happened to that word?
I still use it.
Hell, I use it even when I am the one that should be receiving the apology.
It doesn't fix everything, but it sure as shit doesn't hurt.
Write it, say it, email it, sing it...fucking fax it for all I care. Just for once... just accept responsibility for being an ass wipe.
Don't even know why I am asking this...it won't make people realize that they should say it. If they didn't understand its importance before, I can't make them. And if the ridiculous shit they say and do don't make them feel sorry, well...then, its worse than I thought.

Maybe my dogs are sorry, they treat me like shit too, sometimes. I guess I can believe they are...just pretend like the language barrier is the only reason they don't express it.

October 19th....what the hell am I going to do for six weeks?

Sorry for rambling.