Ashamed

I used to feel ashamed that I was (and still am) on Medicaid. I never dreamed I’d end up disabled and dependent on anyone, let alone State Aid. It’s not my fault. I busted my ass at several jobs along the way and my last was self-employment. I had my own home business and busted my ass trying to make a living. In the end, over a decade later, I had to close my business because I just couldn’t do the work. I had to jump through hoops just to get on SSI, but I qualified for Medicaid after they verified my medical need.

So, here I sit. I am on SSI and receive a small retirement income, but the combination of the two still isn’t enough to live on if I were to live alone. I get SNAP (Food Stamps), but that’s not enough for an entire month. Seriously.

As I was saying, I used to feel ashamed that I receive any kind of aid because of the judgemental bullshit people spew. Some seem to think that “people can get a job instead of relying on taxpayers” blah, blah, blah. You’ve probably heard it all. No, what I’m ashamed of now is not that I’m on State Aid but the fact that our fucking worthless piece of shit asshole so-called president has made sure to strong-arm his party into compliance to pass that Big Beautiful Bill, that isn’t beautiful at all! So many cuts will be underway, and millions of people are going to lose whatever help they get because of it. I may lose what I get, and then what do I do? I know many people are worse off than I am, but I can’t afford to pay out of pocket for doctor visits, or the medications I need to be able to function. With soaring prices, it will be harder than ever on my measly income.

Does the Republican Party care? Hell no. They’re more worried about DJT calling them names or removing them from committees or whatever the hell they think he can do to them. Why don’t they just grow a pair and stand up to him? I think they actually like the fact that they (Republicans) have control and not the Democrats. They will do anything to keep that control. But you know what? They’re going to be voted out and replaced with Democrats come the primaries. Good. I’m sick of their bull shit. I could go on and on about what they’re doing, but that’s another post.

This post is about how ashamed I am of Republican politicians, DJT, Republican voters, and yes, even the Democrats, for allowing such a deplorable man to run for POTUS. I’m ashamed of this country for allowing that man to take such a hold on people. I’m ashamed of people for letting him brainwash them. I’m ashamed that they’re so stupid they can’t think for themselves and SEE what he is doing.

If you voted for that piece of shit, then I’m ashamed of you, too.

Being Pissed Off Seems To Be My Current and Long-Standing Mood

I’m just about ready…no I take that back. I am ready to punch someone in the throat. Ok, so I won’t act on my urge to do that but still…

Early this month, I ordered refills for 2 of my medications. The 2 that I need the most. They are for nerve pain and pain/inflammation. It’s a struggle for me to go out when I need to go pick them up so the pharmacy mails them to me. The pharmacy provides this service at no charge to me and I appreciate that but I also appreciate receiving my meds in the mail when they are shipped out! This month, those 2 meds were lost in the mail. This is not an isolated incident.

This happened a few months back, too. I had to get an emergency script for one of my meds because I am not supposed to stop taking them abruptly. When I did, I experienced sleep disturbances. I did not want to do that again!

This pharmacy was good in the beginning. I had absolutely no problems with them. Then all of a sudden, there was a little issue, then another…and another. When I complained to them (and I did it nicely) they always had some excuse. Blah, blah, blah. There’s one thing I can’t stand (aside from liars and thieves and DJT) and that’s incompetence. Just do your fucking job, will ya? I asked them for a tracking number so the USPS could help me locate the package and I was told that they don’t keep track of the tracking numbers and that they aren’t responsible once packages leave the pharmacy. Ok, I get that. But I never had an ounce of trouble with Walmart when they sent my meds in the mail. Never once in many years did anything get lost in the mail.

I transferred my meds to a different pharmacy. Old pharmacy didn’t send them all over. Figures. Incompetence. Between me and the new pharmacy calling both the clinic and the old pharmacy, we finally got them all transferred. But I still had a problem. Since those 2 meds were already filled this month I couldn’t refill them again unless I paid for them myself. I was trying to avoid that because I’m on a fixed income.

I called the clinic and tried to explain the situation to the nurse on duty but she was fixated on the scripts being transferred to the new pharmacy. I told her to “forget about that for a minute and listen. This is a separate issue!” I tried to explain that I am rationing those 2 meds, which I shouldn’t have to do. (Thankfully, I had some extras that accumulated because I order a few days early each month.) I was nearly out and in a fucking panic because I cannot function without those 2 meds! I wasn’t getting through to her so I told her “neverfuckingmind” and I hung up. So much for getting an emergency script! I called the new pharmacy and they said I could order the refills early but I’d have to pay out of pocket. I was trying to avoid that but ok, if I have to I have to.

I picked my meds up the following day. It cost me over $50! I’m hoping this new pharmacy is competent and that I have no problems with them. So far, they are happy to help and do what they’re supposed to do.

I swear, I am in this constant state of “WTH is going to happen now?” or “Can’t anything be easy?” or “Everyone can just suck the big one.” I anticipate having problems and I’m pleasantly surprised when things go smoothly. However, I stay cautiously satisfied. Does that make sense? It is rare that things go smoothly.

Hearing DJT on what I refer to as Trump TV, is nauseating at best. I can’t stand the sound of his voice. I can’t stand his face. He makes me so angry and it automatically sets my mood into an ugliness that I can’t even stand. If I could just get Dad to watch something besides the news…