Friday, May 14, 2004
Update: Been to the doctors. My friend (and freelance angel) Kate (whom I don't think likes to be called Kate but I call her that anyway) lent me the dough for a clinic visit and some horse pills which I'm hoping will clear things up down under. In the meantime, I'm chugging cranberry cocktail, and staying within 15 feet of a toilet at all times. *sigh* Oh well. At least the weather's nice. One of these days, I'll be able to go outside and enjoy it again...I'm sure....
Wednesday, May 12, 2004
My bladder infection continues and my search for a free clinic thus far has turned up nothing in the way of anything useful. All I need is a simple bottle of antibiotics but because I have no money and (thanks to my insurance providers mailing out my bill late and the post office delivering it late and my signing it and returning it late) I currently have nothing in the way of insurance. I'm thinking if I had taken all the money I would've spent on that emergency policy in the past year (and it was a considerable sum) and kept it aside for use at a time like this, I would've been much better off. I guess there's a lesson to be learned here. Unfortunately, I have no idea what it might be other than, "despite all your attempts to be responsible and take the proper steps against disaster, you'll wind up getting screwed anyway."
I don't know what to do. I suppose I'll have to ask my friends for money (which I hate to do) or my parents (which I'd REALLY hate to do) or else show up at the emergency room with bleeding kidneys and hope and pray the social workers who work there, after seeing what a basket case I am, will give me a break. God, I hate being poor and unemployed. Have I mentioned that yet?
Monday, May 10, 2004
What're the odds that both I and my car would both break down on the same day? If you answered "the same odds as a rich white man from Yale being elected our next president", give yourself a cookie. My morning began as thus: I wake up, discover a sharp burning sensation in my bladder and start panicking because I know what these symptoms herald (namely: that I'm going to be in for a rough time in the next few days.) Cranberry juice. I need cranberry juice. I run out to the car, get in, turn on the ignition....
"KCHCUCNKCNKNKNNKNK!!!!" Said my car.
"Arrgghhh!! F*$K!" said yours truly.
Kate, the nice lady I am staying with, gives me directions to a nice auto mechanic. I manage to get my failing car onto the road and guide it towards the nice auto mechanic's auto center with all the grace and skill of a blind man piloting a jetski on land. I spend the next 4 hours waiting for the nice mechanics to replace a small, extremely expensive twisty piece of plastic and dashing into the nice mechanic's not-so-nice restroom every five minutes to relieve myself.
Car is fixed. Total cost to fix my car: 594.00
Amount of money I have remaining to see the doctor to get my bladder infection taken care of: 0.00
Uh-oh....
Kate tells me there are a lot of free clinics in this area. I'm going to try and find one tomorrow so I don't wind up with blood spurting out of my kidneys, as that would not be good, especially since I'm supposed to be giving an armormaking panel at Animazement and then traveling back to Minnesota in the near future. Being healthy certainly would make those endeavors go a lot easier...
Have I mentioned the fact that my mother is losing her memory? No? I guess I just didn't want to depress you... Now you see why it's getting harder and harder for me to work on anything of a comic nature. I don't feel like laughing much these days...
(Just so I can say this is a legitimate update and not just another "woe is me" rant, Elder Star has finally been updated.)
