I\’m about to take this new sleeping agent, Lunesta. Got the script filled today after having to wait an hour and a half at the pharmacy, my fresh allergy shot marks swelling up conspicuosly. For another week in a row I have an incredibly painful lump on one arm, though this week so far it\’s only 2\” in diameter instead of five (in other words, my entire forearm, as was the case last weekend). Apparently my body isn\’t handling coming home to ragweed season well… my body doesn\’t handle much of anything well, really.
I heard on the news today that Eminem has checked himself into a hospital due to his addiction to sleeping medication. Other than how this really shouldn\’t be on the morning news, this sort of thing really pisses me off. … I think I was just born into the wrong era, or something. I\’ve got all this anger that I can\’t get rid of, all directed toward people with financial resources and health care and other such things. Technically, I was raised middle class, and I still have many of the mental and material entrapments as such, but once I lost the benefit of my parents\’ health insurance at age 17, I plummeted down the class hole. I suppose that since I was raised middle class, I therefore have that middle class sense of entitlement which makes me feel so angry toward people with better health or better health care access.
In Australia, due to the wonders of their affordable universal health care system, all my anger disappeared. Now that I\’m back here, I\’m back to being pissed off that scads of money will get you into a private hospital to kick sleeping pills while I\’ve been forced to withdraw from prescription medication a number of times because Big Pharma raised their prices or Medicaid fritzed out and didn\’t pay a bill or something like that. Heaven forbid I should actually have something serious or life threatening. I\’m going to put this tinfoil hat on and hypothesize that big money/big government is trying to play Intelligent Designer by dictacting their own natural selection, except it\’s not survival of the fittest anymore, it\’s survival of the richest.
I hate feeling like a prisoner/slave with no chance to escape unless my captors reach out a hand to lift me up (by providing better health care access and/or treatment/cure).
I\’m really tediously ranting about class health care oppression and I\’ve not even popped my night meds yet.