One Lowly Woman’s Opinion on Socialized Medicine


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OK….BAD NEWS…my husband is in the hospital AGAIN for a blood clot in his leg. Yes, again. Now he’s never been tested for Factor Five Leiden but our youngest daughter tested positive for ‘half’ the gene associated with this disorder. Guess we know where it comes from now.

He just came home! After months of working in MA to make a living because doing so in the “Great” State of Connecticut is nearly impossible. He just got a ‘good paying’ job close to home that he was supposed to start on Monday. Now…that’s all gone to shit.

According to him, on Wednesday his leg started feeling ‘tight’. He didn’t take care of himself up there. We had been keeping his risk down with daily doses of low dose aspirin and red wine because the Xeralto prescribed to him was $400.00/month! Yeah, and people are bitching about the price of Epi-Pens. Needed meds to be sure but needed for allergies that easily avoidable unless its a bee sting. Seriously, try being a Type 1 diabetic (as my darling Miss Nicole is) and getting all of the needed meds even with “Obamacare”…it’s a fucking JOKE! She paid $300.00/month for “Obamacare” and it DID NOT cover her insulin! She had to BUY insulin from CRAIGSLIST! WTF??????

(Deep breath….in…out…in…out.)

Anyway, he stopped taking the Xeralto when we lost our insurance because we just couldn’t afford it. We still can’t….not with a $5,000.00 deductible and no prescription medicine coverage until that deductible is met. That’s fucking crazy! (I’d say ‘pardon my language’ but if you’re that snowflaky you shouldn’t be here.)

So now he’s back in the ER at Lawrence and Memorial Hospital (a place that, in my humble opinion is notorious for killing my relatives) and the ‘doctor’ tells him he has a blood clot that runs from his ankle to his groin. Really? Ok. Dear Doc….why isn’t the leg blue? Why isn’t it purple? Why is it nothing more than swollen? Why is he still able to hobble on it? I mean, ya know, if the blood supply has been cut off that drastically it should at least be discolored to a visible extent.

The “good news” is, they might actually perform some type of surgery to get rid of the clot this time. You know, instead of waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting to see if some Big Pharma med clears it up. We went through this with his shoulder last year. Six months of physical therapy and meds before someone finally made the ‘bright’ decision of; OMG! You need surgery!

Assholes.

Honestly, the American Public is nothing more than a Cash Cow to the Modern Medical Establishment that will do ANYTHING and EVERYTHING to avoid actually providing a cure. After all, it’s much more profitable to keep someone ‘sick’ and just placate the symptoms than it is to actually CURE them. All those ‘doctors’ really need a second, third, maybe even fourth house or a yacht or a plane or some other fancy doo-dad that we should foot the bill for. That’s much more important that curing someone as swiftly as possible. Welcome to Capitalism Run Amok. Ain’t it grand?

So he’s there and I’m here not because I don’t love my husband but because I’m so likely to kill one of those assholes where they stand. No remorse. No regret. To me it’s just another dipshit with a God Complex down. So I’m being good by being here. Instead of being there where I could provide emotional support to my poor husband.

***Side Story***

I don’t trust those people because they have outright KILLED 4 of my relatives in my lifetime. They have! It’s true. Trust me, if us Darlings were sue happy people we’d own that shitty hospital by now and ALL healthcare would be FREE to every New London resident. Let’s see; they killed my mother by refusing to give her the test results for FOUR MONTHS that would have shown she had lung cancer that was operable at that time but…no. No test results until after it was inoperable forcing her undergo chemo and radiation that had no chance of saving her. She died a very slow and horrible death I wouldn’t wish on anyone. They killed my father by misdiagnosing the blood clot in his leg when he slipped from a ladder and got the nastiest bruise/cut you’ve ever seen and it refused to heal. The clot traveled to his brain and he died, literally, on the toilet, in my upstairs bathroom. My aunt had ovarian cancer in her 70s, she went through chemo and radiation and came out ‘cancer free’ only to die from AIDS from a blood transfusion back in the early 80s, again, totally missed by Lawrence and Memorial Hospital. My grandfather died when L&M misdiagnosed his hardening of the arteries and told him it ‘was nothing to worry about’. The only blessing there is that he just keeled over picking apples at Holmberg Apple Orchard, something he loved doing. Sometimes I think my grandmother who also died of hardening of the arteries at the old Norwich State Hospital was the lucky one. At least she was properly diagnosed after trying to kill to my grandfather with a butcher knife in his sleep.

***End Side Story***

Yes, I hate Lawrence & Memorial Hospital. I think that probably nearly every single one of those ‘doctors’ graduated from a medical school in Grenada. (Are you old enough to remember Grenada?)

I don’t trust them. I will never trust them. I don’t think those ‘doctors’ are capable are putting a dog down in a humane manner they’d screw that up too. Something akin to “The Horrible Death of Eduard Delacroix” (Stephen King fan…anyone? No? Read “The Green Mile” or watch the movie, whatever floats your boat.)

Look, the long and short of this post is: WE the AMERICAN PEOPLE DESERVE a single-payer health care system. We do! Every other ‘civilized’ nation on the planet has it. Why not us? Not only do you not have to ‘pay’ for medical care it ensures that the most direct route to a cure for whatever ails you is taken. No kickbacks. No bullshit. No wait-n-see what happens. No payments to Big Pharma for doing little more than producing TV ads enticing you to buy their product. (Yes, that’s exactly why the Epi-Pen price went through the roof…all of those PRIME TV ADS! For a product that already had no rival!) No one has to pay the outrageous fee of $2000.00/month for COBRA insurance that covers jackshit anyway. No payment for Obamacare which also covers ‘jack’ ie kinda sorta normal ‘wear and tear’ but doesn’t cover ‘shit’ for those who actually NEED it to LIVE. Like insulin.

The thing that bugs me the most about the opposition to such a system is that most of those folks claim to be ‘Christian’. Really? Seriously? Ok. Whatever. But as far as I’m concerned The Big JC was one long haired hippie ‘freak’ who cared about everyone, wanted the best for everyone, no matter who they were. He cared about people. He cared about quality of life for everyone. If you believed in his Father…great. If you didn’t…he still wanted to see you prosper.

There are some people out there who bitch, whine, moan, and complain that they don’t want their ‘tax dollars’ going to fund your…..what-the-hell-ever. (Mostly birth control and/or abortions) How about if I don’t want MY tax dollars going to fund your heart surgery? Your blood clot surgery? Your Alzhemier’s care? Your diabetes medication? After all, that’s way worse, you’re genetically defective. Why should I fund your defective genes procreating and being handed down to further generations that I’ll have to ‘pay’ for?

Oh yeah. You’re human. So am I. That’s right. Compassion and dignity.

In the end, as much as a lot of people hate to admit, studies have shown time and time and time again, that those people in those other ‘civilized’ countries don’t mind paying those higher taxes. Why? They’re GETTING something out of it. Unlike our taxes which simply subsidize big business and allow corporations to put money into offshore accounts. Our taxes that allow CEOs making millions upon millions of dollars a year to keep up their lifestyle.

Corporate Welfare.

That’s way better than taking care of each other. Right?

From one Garden Variety Pagan to you….we should all be like the Big JC. He had a lot of fine points. One of which was completely against Corporate Welfare and the Big Guy continually beating the shit out of the Little Guy and getting away with it unscathed.

If you’re offended by my use of ‘The Big JC’…fuck you. I was Catholic…and Baptist…for 18 years. I get to say it even if you don’t like it and I mean no disrespect by it.

The Big JC would have done anything and everything in his power to ensure that PEOPLE got the best of everything in this life including healthcare.

He didn’t die for your ‘sins’…no one, not even him, can ‘pay the price’ for what YOU do. He died hoping all of us would ‘see the light’. That light being that we’re all people, we’re all equal, we all deserve the best this life has to offer because, no matter our race, color, creed, or orientation, we’re all part of the same tribe.

Humanity.

We need to look out for each other. We need to take care of each other. It’s our duty here on Planet Earth.

What a concept.

Mind blowing.

To an ant.

Still Here…Still Alive…Life is Crazy!


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TONIGHT is my LAST LONELY NIGHT! I can still hardly believe it but I’ve been power cleaning the house and getting everything ready for HUBBY TO COME HOME! I’m beyond overjoyed that he got this new job right here in good ol’ CT and he starts on Monday. I thought I could do this being alone thing but let me tell you…it freakin’ SUH-CKS! I hate it. I thought I’d have all this time to write and do stuff but all I ever did was go to work, come home, feed the pets, play with the dog, and sit on the couch. Hell, I’ve watched 3 seasons of “Dexter” in two weeks. Yep, I did. Good show, BTW. Then I’d creep up to bed, alone, watch more TV and try to sleep but I never made it. I’ve dragged around through life since he went to MA. Every time I tried to write I just sat here depressed staring at the cursor. Eat? Screw that. Cook? hahahahah…what for? You’d think I would have lost a ton of weight but, no, still fat, well…pleasingly plump.🙂 Start doing yoga? Nah. Take the dog for long walks? Nope. But since he’s so high energy we do play a lot. I bought him some new toys today and he’s going apeshit for this $2.00 squeeze ball. He won’t let it go. LOL

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I’ve avoided buying him squeeze toys because I thought the noise would drive me crazy but I gotta say this is the best $2.00 impulse-buy I ever picked up! He’s wearing himself out playing with it. Considering he already killed his Bumble Ball, full-sized soccer ball, yoga ball, and tiny soccer ball, I consider this a ‘win’. All he needs me for is to fetch it for him when he loses it under a table or something. That’s when I realize I’m not as young, thin, or flexible as I once was. Total bummer. 🙂

However, I did have a slight scare yesterday. I went to work. I came home. All was well except Cai wouldn’t get out of the front window and he would not stop barking. Both of those are very unusual for him. He likes to stare out the front window sometimes but he was trying to GET OUT the front window. Finally I put him on the leash, took him out the front door, walked him around the front yard to show him there was nothing there but he wouldn’t get away from the foundation of the house right under the window. Drove me nuts. I brought him back inside. He kept it up. For HOURS. That’s just so not like him. We’ve had pizza and Chinese food delivered, he didn’t care. He doesn’t care when the mailman shows up either. I decided to stay in the living room extra late and watch “Dexter” eventually Cai crashed on the floor in front of the TV. Then someone knocked on a door on the show and he JUMPED up and ran around the house. He sat at the front door barking his head off! Just as an aside, no one can ‘knock’ on the front door because the screen door is always locked. It took an hour to calm him down. I decided it was time for bed. He wouldn’t come! He ran around the first floor of the house, went to every single room and every single door before coming upstairs with me. Hubby called, I told him about Cai’s odd behavior and my darling husband said to me: “Maybe someone tried to break in while you were at work.”

Thanks darling!

Just what I needed to hear before going to sleep!

I hung up. I got up. I came downstairs and locked every single window on the first floor. That’s something I never do in the warm weather. The windows are open. I laid in bed until well after midnight watching “Dexter” (which probably didn’t help!) before sorta kinda falling asleep. I don’t know if it was my brain playing tricks on me or if it really happened but just before I shut off the TV the entire house shook as though someone slammed the front side door. I didn’t get out of bed. The bedroom door was locked. Cai kept sleeping and I figured if someone wanted to break in and steal the big TV I have homeowner’s insurance. Leave me the hell alone, take what you want, I’ll get reimbursed and buy better stuff.

Yeah, nobody broke in. Everything was still locked and in place when I got up at 4am to let him out.

That’s good.🙂

However, I did tell hubby that when he comes home he’s putting the door back on the jam that leads from the kitchen to the basement. I don’t care what shape it’s in, I don’t care if its moldy, I don’t care if its warped just so long as it hangs. I gotta get my cats out of the basement! But, the three of us did manage to sleep in the bed together the other night without this happening again.

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Still, they can’t live in the basement forever. One door between the kitchen and basement, one baby gate to block off the stairs to the second floor and the three of them can fight it out…hopefully not to the death…on the first floor until they get along. My cats haven’t been outside in a MONTH! My basement stinks. This has to end. Mongo will sleep with me…after Cai passes out but I have to drag Charlie upstairs and then he just SITS at my head staring at the dog. I don’t know if it’s because he thinks I’m protecting him or he thinks he’s protecting me. When the three of us were in the bed together, Cai was on my right and the cats were on my left. I kinda felt like the Berlin Wall.😛

Yeah, this just has to stop. I can’t take much more of it. I miss my kitties and they’ve forgotten there’s an entire house outside of the basement.

Anyway, the electronic dog fence is finished, hubby and I did that over the weekend. No, we haven’t let Cai go without his chain just yet because 1-as I put the battery in the collar I got a really nasty shock and I’m not sure I want to do that to my dog! 2-I don’t think he needs training. He had an electronic fence and the second he heard the beeping on the collar he recognized it. I think he’ll be ok without training. We did put up all those stupid flags and he doesn’t leave the yard anyway. He slipped the chain a few times and just came right back to the door. Unless there’s a deer or something else to chase he really doesn’t want to go out of the yard. He’s very smart.

OK, enough Pet Talk.

Time for some shameless self-promotion and a bit of bitching.

If you’re reading this today September 21st….you’re invited to join me at 7:30pm for an Ask Me Anything Author Chat and a few giveaways on Enlightenment Book Tour No, it’s not my book, I’m just part of the event. So come on over, toss me some hard questions, and maybe win an ebook or two.

Now to Bezos the Clown. It finally happened to me, yep, a review got yanked because Jeffy thinks I know the reviewer that’s because he’s tracking all of us on social media. Now, no, I don’t actually ‘know’ the reviewer outside of Facebook, I’ve never met this lovely lady but she has been kind enough to review ALL of my books. Why? That’s her passion. She reads and reviews books because she loves doing it. That’s it. So…..I contacted a few actual Real Life friends to see if they would leave reviews for “Prodigal Son” just to see how long it takes Jeffy to yank them. He’s an ass. Don’t make any mistake about it. He’s a….(insert your favorite expletive here). I cannot express in plain old words just how much I hate him. Seriously, I can’t. But I’m stuck with him until someone comes along and kicks his skinny ass in the market. Thankfully for me he’s just part of my marketing plan and not all of it. I’ll never understand authors who put their books in Kindle Unlimited but…whatever. I stopped trying to educate them long ago. I also stopped giving my opinion outside of this blog to authors because most of them seemed thin-skinned. Unable to take advice from the battle-hardened and in need of safe spaces where they’re only glorified and told how wonderful they are.

Bummer.

People wonder why Indie Authors get such a ‘bad rap’….gee…….beats the hell outta me.

Look, in a world where everyone is ‘special’…no one is.

In a world where everyone is told how wonderful they are…no one ever knows who much or what can be improved upon.

I don’t want to live in that world.

Ever.

That’s my rant.

That’s my update.

Bye! Have a nice day/night. If you’re reading this on September 21st drop me and chat with me on the above link. Especially if you don’t agree with me.

Hubby’s COMING HOME


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OMG!

I can’t believe it!

You have no idea how hard this has been on me! NONE.

But hubby got a job here in CT and now…he’s coming HOME!

I’ve tried to be brave. I’ve tried to be good. I’ve tried to be strong. But I’ve MISSED him SO MUCH.

Now…he’s coming home!

In two weeks he’ll be all mine again.

I’m so happy I could fall to my knees and weep.

He’s coming home!

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