Date: Fri Jul 16 10:21:55 PDT 2004
Location: home
Music:
QOTD:
Mood: in pain, drugged
Well, the good news is my burn is finally fading and I can wear a soft
tee-shirt, now, and my bf can walk around a bit without his crutches.
The bad news is that george came for me last night, and my bf made his
ankle sore by being too ambitious with is hobbling about.
I gave my bf some of my potent 750mg vicodin last night, which made him
all gooey and happy. I'm saving the rest for when the pain REALLY sets
in for me....which should be either later today or tomorrow.
As it is, the pain is strong enough that I took 2 Tylenol 1's
(500mg acetometaphen with 8mg codeine each).
[10 minutes later]
...uhhh scratch that. The pain has already REALLY set in.
Fortunately, the drugs are kicking in, too.
OH and there's MORE bad news, too.
Last week, the night my bf sprained his ankle, I got a notice from
the EDD saying they wanted me to verify my identity before they could
give me my benefits under the new claim. I *knew* it was because I
had filed a claim back-to-back twice within a year, but I was so
pissed. I also *knew* this would delay my money, and I of course
am SHIT BROKE after going to Michigan (my fault sure but hey).
So I had to take care of my bf and on Saturday I remembered I had to
hurry up and get the EDD paperwork in. So I made copies of all requested
paperwork and sent it all in, along with my 'timecard' so I could get
paid the following weekend, hopefully.
Yesterday evening, I get a timecard in the mail, but no paycheck.
The stub says I get $0.
This morning, I call the EDD, who refers me to another phone number.
I call THAT number and I'm told that they did receive my paperwork
2 days after I'd mailed it, and it got a case number assigned, but
now it's waiting for a human to work on it.
At this point, I began to feel like I was in the movie Brazil.
I was told it will be another 10 days *at least* before I see any
money.
Lovely.
In the meantime...
Checking Account Available Balance $230.17
Statement Savings $907.47
Bills Due
---------
Citibank $200.00
SBC $ 18.29
DSL and shell account $ 66.95
My bf will pay half of the phone and DSL bill, but still. I have
the damned credit card debt.
I just can't fucking believe this month. One nasty thing after
another in the course of NINE DAYS.
Fortunately, I'm too drugged and distracted by pain at this point
to be driven into complete abysmal depression over the money aspect.
I transfered $500 out of savings to cover my bills and groceries,
but now my savings account is critical. Well. It's BEEN critical.
Anyway, time for heating pad.
Date: Mon Jul 19 21:03:29 PDT 2004
Location: home
Music:
QOTD:
Mood: back and forth
Over the weekend, I scored a huge hit on the genealogy front; I found
existing relatives of my great grandmother Victoria Szatkowski on my
dad's side! A descendant of hers is my 3rd cousin I think, and she
provided me with a rundown of names, as well as family photos that are
providing missing links for me in the way of the unnamed faces in family
photos in our own collection. An evolving page of this side of the family
is here.
George was murder on me over the weekend and I missed an acquaintance's
birthday party, as well as the AIDS Walk in San Francisco. However, I
was able to raise $125 between four people (including myself) this year,
so I am still proud of me.
I worked out twice today, even despite cramps between the workouts; I
bicycled for an hour this morning, and walked on the treadmill and did
lateral pulldowns and stretches for an hour total this evening.
There is something I want to address cuz it's going so long now in its
passing, but it's been too painful to address.
It's the fact that a day after I returned from Michigan, the judge in
Oakland County Courthouse declared the jury to be hung in the Gwen Araujo
murder trial. Therefore, it was a mistrial.
It will be harder next time around to get a 1st degree murder conviction
on those bastards. Next trial date is August 30th, and I was recently
selected for jury duty in Oakland and then my group wasn't called.
I didn't realise til after the fact that it was probably for Gwen.
I'd have been dismissed anyway on account of gross bias of course.
But still. It hit home on two fronts for me as it were; emotionally
and via the court summons.
That's all I have to say about it. I can't say any more. I know how torn
up I am inside, how I've always felt about this case. That's all.
In other news, my sunburn has reached massive itchy stage, and I've been
applying Curel cream and still applying aloe every day. Last night was the
first time in a week that I'd been able to take a warm shower with nearly
full-blast spray. The chest is healing slowest as it was burnt the most.
It's crispy, for real - it's that burnt.
Badger's ankle continues to heal really well, and he should be off the
crutches by next week at the latest.
There is no other news.
Date: Tue Jul 20 09:29:07 PDT 2004
Location: home
Music:
QOTD:
Mood: GAH!@#$%
The nightmare worsens on the medical records front.
I called my doctor's office in Michigan to see if my records they'd
gotten from off-site storage were still in the office, or if they had
already sent the files back.
The receptionist I got pulled the SAME fucking routine with me as the
retard in San Jose!!! I had to correct her TWICE to set her straight
in that I'm trying to get my records FROM her office, NOT sent TO her
office.
GAH.
So then she gets stuck on the whole "Oh you have to go to your current
doctor and fill out a release form before we can send the files."
I KNOW THAT. I'M JUST ASKING IF YOU STILL HAVE THE OFF-SITE FILES AT
YOUR OFFICE, OR DID YOU ALREADY SEND THEM BACK.
receptionist: "Oh I have NO idea, I'll hafta check and call you back..."
So I give her my number and hang up.
Five minutes later, she calls back to tell me I'm not even in the
computer system...
UM.
LET ME STATE THIS AGAIN.
I WAS A PATIENT YEARS AGO AND MY FILES WERE SINCE SENT TO OFF-SITE STORAGE.
I *WON'T BE IN* THE COMPUTER SYSTEM.
DO YOU STILL HAVE THE OFF-SITE FILES I REQUESTED IN YOUR OFFICE?
receptionist: "Oh I have NO idea, and I can't ax the office manager
cuz she's out til Thursday..."
OK. I'LL CALL BACK THURSDAY TO FIND OUT WHAT IS GOING ON. BYE.
oh. my fucking gods. I mean. oh. what. the. fuck.
I need a bazooka.
Tue Jul 20 09:42:27 PDT 2004
I now have a QOTD.
I ranted on IRC about the medical records situation and Nate replied with:
<nateM3> usually going in through the front door with a napalm-based
flamethrower running is the best way.
<nateM3> bitches with half their skin burned off will still be able to
pull records.
<nateM3> a bazooka is good for opening the fucking door so you can walk
through with the flamethrower.
<nateM3> usually the bitches in those clinix need a lot of motivation.