Irksome Health Care Costs


 

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Irksome Health Care Concerns and Costs

Good visit to the gastro doctor today. Basically he wants me on I guess what is now called a Paleo diet. The very thing that most people think is good for you like veggies and fruits causes me extreme gastic distress. Guess I will never become a vegetarian. Also I must stay away from wheat and wheat based products.  And worst of All No Chocolate!! Arrgghh!!

My doctor wants me to do both an endoscopy and a colonoscopy Thursday, November 17th. I told him that it would be impossible for me to take time off.  The doctor even wrote a note which I will give to H.R. and Dispatch/Mgrs tomorrow insisting that I must have these two procedures so let’s see what happens. Getting days off especially for medical procedures is like being in a fight where your opponent has a gun and you only have a small twig with which to defend yourself. Plus I’m still trying to balance attempting to take care of my medical condition with spending time with Stephen. Gosh it seems I’ll never win. Sigh……

Oh yes my ghetto hoodrat Walgreens on Nostrand and Fulton does not have the special solution I need to drink for the test next week. Go figure!!

Sometimes when I think about all the money I spend on doctors, exams, tests, procedures, various types of shots and injections plus any other kind of medical issues I’m beginning to think that I’m making all my doctors richer than they are now!!

That’s the one thing I dislike about getting older. The older I get the more health issues I have. When I was in my teens, 20s, 30s and early 40s everything was fine. Once I turned 50 it was like a time bomb in my body was set off the disease switch turned on and everything that could go wrong went wrong. Physical chaos. And just think I never smoked, rarely drank and exercised on a regular basis!! Getting older is not for sissies! Ugh!!

It took the Lady gastro nurse two needles sticks and she was still unable to draw blood. Then the man nurse came and he got blood on the 3rd try. They must have taken at least 5 or 6 vials of my blood. Tired. Exhausted. I feel like a Vampire has drained my entire Life essence!

Got up with $80 and now down to Zero bucks. I just got a phone message from the Brooklyn Veterans Hospital for my 1:30 pm doctors appointment which obviously I will not be able to make today. Ran out of funds and none of the subways near me go straight there. I will have to move my VA appt to another day when I have both time and money.

Health care is expensive and time consuming. Yuck!!

Friday I go for my Vitamin Infusion injections which are for me an out of pocket expense Not covered by Health Insurance. Sadly in this country the good old US of A. Preventative Medicine and/or many Holistic technologies are not covered by insurance. Hmmmm…. Guess Big Pharma would have a fit if more Americans actually went to the Gym, Discounts to and for Health Food Stores, Health Spas, herbal, Natural or Holistic!!   I smell a Conspiracy!!

IRKSOME TO THE Nth DEGREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Broke-Ass Broad

Ms. DeBorah goes to the Financial Services Doctor. Finance Doctor asks for DeBorah’s wallet and bank statements. After some moments of silence while examining the wallets contents and the numbers on her bank statements Dr. Finance thoughtfully and deliberately announces her diagnosis.

Ms. DeBorah I’m very sorry to tell you this but due to your repeated doctor visits and prescriptions You Now have an Advanced Case of Broke-Itis. Your only hope is either more overtime, complete & total healing or instant Retirement.

This is a photo of me at age 42 right before graduating Cum Laude from Marymount Manhattan College. I would say at age 42 I reached my Peak Performance in terms of fitness. Perfect skin, shape, Hair (my Locs went down my back to my butt) stamina and endurance. I was in Excellent Great Shape. Wish I could return to that age and that physical condition.

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2002 MMC Grad

 

Song for the Old Me.

Survivor – Eye of the Tiger (Rocky and Apollo Training)

Big Pharma — I’m Your Pusherman


I’m Your Pusherman

Curtis Mayfield

http://youtu.be/hCDAfa-NI-M

Yes I was a functional addict. A junkie in clean fashionable clothes, who lived in a nice apartment, drove a cute little Honda Civic, had a great job, that friendly voice who stopped to chat with you in the grocery store, had a handsome boyfriend, highly intelligent, living the good life or so it seemed. I was that one who could excel at work, attend professional and social events, school and sit next to your in the church pew on Sunday without nary a soul able to realize or see through my mask. A sanctioned addict because doctors gave me pills legally. But gradually cracks began to appear in my facade. A thousand little band-aids could not cover and certainly not heal my sick soul. It took coming face to face with my cousin who uses “illegal” drugs, drugs that the Rockefeller laws that could have you spending a long term visit at Bedford Correctional facility; to shake me up, empower me and force me to take a good long look at myself. Addiction is death. First it becomes a living death then finally once the body is broken and beaten drugs drags that empty shell into the grave. Death no longer carries a sickle in his skeletal hand but a bag of pills. Red ones, blue ones, green ones, all beckon you like Easter basket jelly beans. You think you’re chasing him to the false paradise of the next high but as in the movie Black Orpheus the Grim Reaper is in pursuit of you, mind, body, soul & spirit. And believe me the next opportunity to get high is always around the corner. Like the lyrics in the Beatles song, “I Get High with a little Help from My Friends.” Everybody is an aspiring junkie.

Rabbit Hole
Rabbit Hole

However I’ve managed to stay away from Ambien for over a month. I can’t say I’ll never fall off the wagon but my desire to live, progress, and do better is stronger. I know I have an addictive personality. My mother was an alcoholic. The overuse and misuse of alcohol was her only means of silencing the voices inside her head that came from having schizophrenia. Often addictions are passed from one generation to the next. Cravings to dull the pain are sadistic taskmasters driving the addict into a narcotic haze.

Addiction is often triggered by a traumatic life event such as sexual abuse, domestic violence or the death of a close family member. At first the addict thinks they can control the drugs but after a while the drugs begin to control them. Drugs are the new age demons that bid you escape your pain and heartache within the thrill of the next high. However within the last 20 years or so with the advent, promotion and marketing of anti-depressants, anxiety medications, pain pills and sleep aids Big Pharma is now the largest, strongest and most powerful legally sanctioned drug dealer in the United States. In hindsight it is interesting to note that within the last 5 years or so nearly all the anti-depressants I took from 1999 to 2007 have been shown to cause panic attacks and suicidal thoughts. Below are two blog posts about how I fell into the Rabbit Hole and the appeal of altered states to an addictive personality. Breaking free was and is very difficult because certain types of medications allow you to function normally at school, church or work yet enjoy those other dimensions or astral planes that exist in all our brains.

https://dancingpalmtrees.com/2012/02/25/pharmacia-cornucopia/

https://dancingpalmtrees.com/2012/03/30/holmesian-psychology-behind-the-rabbit-hole/

Mommy
Mable Elizabeth Palmer