[.l.o.s.t././.i.n././.t.r.a.n.s.l.a.t.i.o.n.]

This is not fair, this is not cool, this is not happening . . .

 (ephemeral)

Liar


I see right through your eyes –
   Something dark, I can’t describe.
There are few things I despise . . .
   and from you I’m getting that vibe.
You say you’d never tell me a lie,
    but everyone warns me stay away.
Then I find the truth, so good bye.
     A friendship with you? No way.

I’m sick of the games you play
      of how you’re always laying blame.
You tried to use me. Now go away.
      How you should be so ashamed!
Actions you should have never taken
      have brought you to this sad place.
Now you are confronted and shaken
      while it’s only truth you have to face.

I will not hold any hated,
      though I wish so hard I could.
I will forget all the words you said.
      I will forget what I should.
But I will remember you’re a liar.
      That is something I’ll never forget.
I will remember you’re a liar.
       I’ll remember what that begets.

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So a few weeks back I had to apply for Medicaid for pregnant women and get denied for it in order to get certain medications from MHMR. No big deal, you’d think, because, after all, I’m NOT pregnant, right? So I go down to the local Department of Health and Human Services office and apply only to GET APPROVED a few weeks later.

So today during my services review meeting with my case worker, Joy, I brought up the fact immediately. She was both amused and shocked at the oversight on someone’s part because when she reviewed my paperwork, I’d very clearly marked ‘no’ when it asked if I was pregnant.

On the up side, I did get approved for six more months of food stamps due to the fact that I’m bipolar and that it’s effecting my ability to work as it’s a long-term illness and they consider it a disability. Yay.

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I took a look at my baby’s throat late last night and it seems that his tonsils are all red, swollen, and pussy on top. I’m no doctor, but that to me looks like a definite sign of infection! He’s all feeling icky and bad and has been for the last few days, but it’s just been getting worse and worse when I thought that it should be getting at least a little better. He can barely swallow anything or talk and his throat hurts when he has to do either.

Personally, I don’t know if it’s tonsillitis, but he seems to think so . . . and I wouldn’t necessarily disagree, either, the way things look. If this hasn’t gotten any better by tomorrow night, then guess where he’s going? 

 ’H’ is for hospital.

(ephemeral) 

Say hello to the Travis County Inmate Population Reporting System. It tells you who’s in Travis County or Austin Police custody within five minutes of them being booked, which is just as good as, if not better than, having to call Central Booking. And it gives you more information in a better format than what you’ll normally get when you try to talk to someone at Central Booking, too.

(ephemeral) 

[23:33] ephemeral_ether: so, two klowns are about a barback
[23:33] ephemeral_ether: lol
[23:34] ephemeral_ether: two klowns serve drinks REAL well, you could say
[23:34] ephemeral_ether: with four klowns you WON’T remember what you’re serving.
[23:35] ephemeral_ether: which is why i couldn’t believe my shrink recommended i talk to four klowns a day, haha
[23:35] ephemeral_ether: funny stuff
[23:35] ephemeral_ether: but i never do
[23:35] ephemeral_ether: laughter is the best medicine

(ephemeral) 

Well, I get to have an MRI done today. Specifically, I’m having what’s referred to as a contrast MRI, which according to my roommate, Jesse (who’s an anesthesia tech at one of our local hospitals), it burns when they do it. Uhhhhh, that sounds GREAT!! Yeah, so I’m just jumping for joy at the prospect . . . rather, the inevitable. shudder

So, why the MRI, you ask? Ooooh, now that gets fun! See, for the last, oh, two years, give or take, I’ve had these strange symptoms that don’t really point to one particular thing, but to a thyroid issue, an endocrine issue, a rheumatoid issue, and a metabolic issue wrapped all into one. So a few weeks ago I decide to apply for Medicaid – because I had to get denied for it (or, really, wanted to because I didn’t want to lose my MHMR benefits . . . which I don’t lose them anyway, despite getting approved for Medicaid!!). And, like I said, I didn’t get denied. But what this meant is that I suddenly – for the first time in what seems like an eternity – have medical benefits!!

So I decided, when I got these illustrious benefits, to make an appointment with a thyroid specialist since my thyroid seemed to be the primary concern and most likely cause of all the other issues. With the aide of my wonderful roommate, Jesse, I found a wonderful, very cool specialist who saw me straight away. He, upon reviewing my previous medical records and spending extensive time interviewing me, decided that an MRI was needed because he thinks the ultimate culprit is . . . drum roll, please . . . my Pituitary Gland!

Now this means that later this morning I get to be put in a big, metal donut and try not to freak out while they take a picture of my brain.

Supposedly, they’re going to sedate me, but we’ll see about that.

(ephemeral)