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I was in the shower earlier listening to "Siberian Breaks" and it got me thinking about how long I've known the song and I realized it's been almost a decade. Just took a look at my iTunes library of when I uploaded Congratulations and it was exactly 9 years ago today I uploaded it. Nine years! WTF! 

Not that I look forward to any work week, but I am especially not looking forward to this week. My manager has been in quarantine the past week and will be again this coming week. Last week, any time I was stuck with just the Gruesome Twosome, it was a fucking nightmare. They did not shut up. And I think two days this coming week will be just them and me. I want to scream every time I think about it. It's bad enough neither of them know how to shut the fuck up, but both of them have two of the most annoying voices I have ever heard in my entire life. Why is it people with the most annoying voices are always the most talkative?

One day one of my coworkers was telling me how she isn't planning on getting the vaccine, and that she never bothers getting any like the flu shot or anything, she takes Emergen-C, she never gets sick, etc. I mean, we won't even point out the fact that the doctor you work with is elderly, has heart problems, and is incredibly high risk....but really? You think taking Emergen-C keeps you from ever getting anything? Okay. Whatever helps you sleep at night. She was going on again about it one day with my FWA, who also unsurprisingly not getting the vaccine. My FWA also said at the same time that she would rather her daughter get the flu than a flu shot. A few minutes later the other coworker decided to share that she never votes. Folks, I can't. I just can't.

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And here we go again, another weekend almost over. And one that is an hour shorter.

Earlier my FWA posted something and complained about cancel culture. Now as I have said before, I am no fan of cancel culture. But for some inexplicable reason, when something that I don't care for pisses off people that I don't care for, I get a jolly out of it. Especially when they get so goddamn offended over it. I mean some people really come apart at the seams, like it actually personally affects them. Like just gripe it about a handful of times and then STFU. Also, if anyone needs cancelling, it's my FWA, for being so offensively stupid.

The other day my manager was sitting at the lunch table once again reading, and the gruesome twosome started talking away. At one point I seen my manager look up at the ceiling, like she was starting to get annoyed. But did she get up and say anything? Oh heaven forbid! Do we want the earth to fall off its axis?!

That former coworker I talked about the other day all of a sudden is on a roll with bitching about Biden. Let me get this straight- she constantly posts memes praising Chump and bashing Biden, and then in another post will post memes that condemn people for acting stupid during the pandemic. I mean....she does realize that Chump is a big part of the reason why people are acting stupid? Well, apparently not. Then again, this is someone who constantly posts about RIL she is, and I wouldn't trust her as far as I could throw her.

On another note- it's been a month since my second shot. I'm still here!

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And here we are again- Sunday night. 

I've been in my favorite phase the past week, PMS time, and boy have things been pissing me off left and right. Things that to a normal person make no sense to get bent out of shape about. Not that that isn't a normal thing for me to do on a normal basis, but it's exceptionally bad when I'm PMSing. One day last week, my manager is at lunch and she comes over and asks me if she can lower my radio, she was having a hard time concentrating reading her book. That in itself isn't so much what pissed me off. It's the fact that she is reading LEISURELY and can't concentrate, and I have to deal almost everyday trying to concentrate doing my fucking WORK while my FWA and the MOB talk nonstop about their Jerry Springer lives. While my manager just hides in her office and does not do a DAMN thing about it. THAT is what damn pissed me off so much about it.

Then this past Wednesday my Facebook newsfeed has been clogged with posts complaining about the Dr. Seuss books no longer being published....that too has been grinding my gears. And let me point out that many of these posts have fact check disclaimers on them. FFS, people if you're going to whine on Facebook about other people whining, then do some damn RESEARCH. And while I do agree that people are taking political correctness a little too far and getting way too butthurt over shit nowadays, I also feel that to get pissed at these people is ridiculous. Just because YOU aren't offended, no one else can be offended by things? 

ETA 3/9: A former coworker of mine is still periodically posting things on Facebook bitching about the whole Dr. Seuss thing. Good God. Did anybody or you get ill? Die? Was there mass destruction? Did the world end or nearly end? JFC GET OVER IT. LET IT GO ALREADY.

Love Stinks (Yeah Yeah)

I have a year subscription to Readers Digest and in the most recent issue, there was a story from a teacher about a humiliating Valentine's Day experience, and it got me thinking about embarrassing "love" situations in my own life. None of them might seem that bad, but you have to remember that my self-esteem is practically non-existent and pretty much always has been, so these things did quite a bit.

There's the infamous Drew, who made my sixth grade experience a miserable one. But the thing is, he actually liked me in the beginning and asked me out. And I said yes. And then I am not real clear anymore what happened, I think I called a friend of his an asshole after he started making trouble, and Drew told me it was over. I was like well, okay. And then the rest of the year turned into being called a fat fuck, other names involving "fat" in them, being yelled at if I even looked over his way, being sexually harassed, having to hear him singing "Dude Looks Like A Lady" any time he saw me walking down the hallway, etc.

That same year, I developed a major crush on this kid Mark. And I was on somewhat good terms with a friend of his. And he supposedly went over one day while we were at our lockers and asked Mark if he would go out with me, and I saw him shake his head no. I was pretty crushed. But according to this friend of his, he supposedly made a rather not nice remark about me at some point, but he wouldn't tell me it was, so I am going to assume it must have been pretty nasty.

Then my first year in marching band, when I was a junior, a senior bandie named Scott wanted to go out with me. And I said yes. After a few weeks, it wasn't going anywhere, and one night he tells me he is so busy with his classes and getting ready for college and doesn't really have time to have a girlfriend. So we agreed to just not go out anymore. Only for him to ask a freshman named Barbara (another fellow bandie) out a few days later. Later he went around telling everyone that HE broke up with ME because and I quote he's an extrovert, and I was an introvert. Gee, Einstein if my being an introvert wasn't EXTREMELY obvious from the beginning, then that's on you! Pretty sure people on the International Space Station can see it.

The good things that came out of it- after "breaking up"and then asking this other girl out, a friend of mine threw a shoe at his head. Barbara and I became pretty good friends after they broke up. And then he went on to another girl who he later knocked up, and if I recall correctly, dumped her as well.

Then my senior year I had a crush on a freshman bandie named Ellis. A friend of his went and opened his big mouth to him that I had a crush on him and one day he starts talking to me and telling me pretty nastily that he wasn't interested in me. And then he asked a friend of mine Amber out. We had a band dance not long after that. He made sure every time he was dancing with her to do it right in front of me. Even if I moved across the room, he followed with her. It amazes me to this day that such a scrawny little dork thought so highly of himself. Let me just point out now that when people said he looked like Lock without his mask from the Nightmare Before Christmas, I totally see it now and have to ask myself WTF I was on.

Then there's a long string of guys engaging with me online. One guy responded with "that seems kind of fat" after asking my weight. Another guy accused me of being racist after I said I wasn't interested (it was his age, not his race. How could I be racist against someone if I have no idea what they even look like or what race they are??). And many others who disappeared any time any mention of my mental issues popped up.

On another note- we had a new girl start some time after the New Year. She always comes in wearing a mask. Then this past Friday she took lunch with my FWA, my manager, and another girl. I didn't see her wearing a mask the rest of the afternoon. So now we'll probably have another maskless idiot walking around the office.  I love the picking and choosing of wearing a mask. It doesn't matter if you put a mask when certain people are around you. When I go into my manager's office, she'll put a mask on. I don't understand what these people don't understand. You already sat there maskless, expelling all your nasty germ-filled particles out into the air before another person came over. They're not just going to disappear, they're going to linger!

I swear to God, sometimes I just really cannot deal with the world anymore.

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I was driving home from work the other day and "The Speed of Sound" by Coldplay came on and was hit with a gut punching realization that this January 13th was 15 years since I was in the hospital. Fifteen years! And I still feel like it was just yesterday. And every time I think of being in there, I just don't even know how to handle it. It was such a disgustingly dark time in my life that I can't seem to ever shake.

And today while I was driving home, that old Jon Secada song "Just Another Day Without You" came on and it made me feel so depressed. I do like the song, don't get me wrong, but it's just so damn depressing.

I know I need to be patient, but between work and all these new variants, I can't get my second shot soon enough. And I know there's probably no point in dwelling over it- oh hell, give me a break. If you don't know I dwell over everything by now, then I don't know what to tell you. Not to mention I come from a long line of dwellers. But it just seriously pisses me off that my coworkers walk around with no masks. And although I am pretty much by myself most of the time, people do have to come back to use the scanner and they're far too close to me for my liking, even though it is probably at least six feet away from me. But no masks, folks!

And my FWA is the most annoying. Because not only does she come back with no mask, but she'll come back to scan shit and as soon as it starts, she whips out her phone and starts to play on it. And her shit will finish scanning. And she'll sit there and sit there and sit there, completely absorbed in her phone until I am ready to scream BITCH YOUR SHIT IS DONE. Just scan it and get the hell away from me

The Stupid(s) Of The Day

The 147 Republicans Who Voted to Overturn Election Results

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Gesu Maria Giuseppe

People....for the love of God....what in the love of all that is holy do we even call that despicable chaotic nightmare that went on in the Capitol Building today?

I gotta hand it to Chump, because there is one thing that he excelled at- making America look like a giant ass to the rest of the world. And he not only did it extremely bigly once (the Covid response), but he did it extremely bigly twice with this nightmare of an election.

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Cripes, I am not looking forward to this week, although I went 15 weeks of being furloughed, then went back to work and made out just fine. Hell, I went years of not working and went back to work and made out just fine. So, I will survive, but that doesn't mean I won't still bitch and moan about it.

We have a new person starting tomorrow. I can't wait until the first time she does something less than perfect and my coworkers start ripping her apart behind her back. I mean, they're all so perfect, doncha know?

I was just listening to "Fortunate Son' by CCR and it reminded me of an article I read a few weeks ago in which John Fogerty criticized Chump for using it. I mean, really, is Chump that stupid to not even realize what the song is about? Another thing that makes me laugh is how much my grandfather hated Clinton for not serving in Vietnam. He blames Clinton for his son (my uncle) dying in Vietnam. Yet he is a Chumper. Chump of the five deferments. Captain Bone Spurs. The logic, I just can't.

I'm getting so sick and tired of hearing that damn man whine and cry about election fraud. Jesus God, just face it already - people hate you! We no like you! GO AWAY.

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Ah, good ol New Years Eve, we begrudgingly meet again.

Returning to my rant on Covid, last week there was an obituary in the newspaper for a couple who died of Covid days apart from each other. They were both 93 years old. Married for 71 years. Why? Where is the justice in this? You make it all those damn years, only for a goddamn virus to get you? A virus that should have been better contained had we not had an incompetent orange blowhard in office. Then you have assholes who deliberately defy CDC guidelines and gather in large groups with no masks, they get it, and they fucking survive.

I'm constantly hearing commercials for mask wearing, about doing it to protect your neighbors and yourself. When I go into work, do you think I do it to protect coworkers? No, I do it to protect myself and to prevent bringing it home to my family. If they can't have the decency to wear a mask when they're near and/or talking to me, then tell me why should I really give a shit about protecting them?

I've said it before and I'll say it again- I never thought it was possible for me to dislike people more, and then Covid happened. I know humans can be selfish and hateful, but this is just a whole other level even I never would have imagined. It's mind boggling that humans can be so rotten.

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Usually it doesn't take long for the post-holiday blues to start kicking in on Christmas day, but for some reason this year it was a delayed reaction. I don't know if it was due to the complete chaos (although that's a pretty standard thing for any holiday in this household) or the damper the whole Covid pandemic has put on basically everything this year, or what the heck it was. But it's coming, oh my yes. Then you go on the internet and you see gazillions of headlines of how the worst of the pandemic is yet to come, it's going to be a dark winter, predictions are grim, etc, etc....and how are you supposed to feel any better?

I don't understand why people are so anxious to say goodbye to 2020. Yes, it was a horrendous year, but when that clock strikes midnight on Thursday, guess what? Covid is still going to be here. It's not going to just magically spontaneously combust and go away, even though that would be like the greatest thing ever right now. Nope, it'll still be here gracing us with its little spiky ass, wreaking havoc.

And being able to get the vaccine, that cannot come quick enough. Although I am getting to a point where I'm not even sure if having the vaccine is going to help my anxiety levels much, although I do believe my anxiety levels won't be nearly as bad as they are not being vaccinated. I was somewhat hesitant on getting it before, but I can't take it anymore. I just want this to go away. Lord knows what kind of side effects it could cause in the future, but I just don't even care anymore. I'm not having kids, so I don't have to worry about any effects in that aspect, no mutants or flipper babies (IT WAS ONLY A COUPLE OF FLIPPER BABIES!!!)

I was reading an article the other day profiling people who have died from the virus and the entire time I read the article, I could feel my blood pressure rising. All of these people died needlessly, yet every single asshole in the Chump administration who have caught the virus through every fault and stupidity of their own managed to survive it. Where is the justice? Yes, I know life is unfair, but come on. This is just rotten.

And one of the things that tore at my soul the most reading the profiles were the loved ones saying how scared the deceased person was when they were sick. That bothered me. A lot. Reading about these people only fuels me in wanting to get the vaccine. Do it for them. Because they didn't get a chance.

I also want it to protect myself from my asshole coworkers. All I want is an answer to why they feel so sure of themselves that they aren't carrying the virus. Is it arrogance? Stupidity? Both? And I also want to know why one person cannot have the decency to put a damn mask on when they're talking to me. You see me with one on, have some damn respect. And I shouldn't have to demand it. Just do it. Have some sense.

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Gotta get through one more day, then it's another week long staycation for moi again! *throws confetti*

Another perk in addition to it being Friday and the last day before vacation- my FWA is off.

The other day when I was driving to work, I happened to put a station on that is mainly just talk (I only have it programmed right now because during the holidays they play Christmas music on the weekends) and the DJ was going on some rant about lock downs killing people and that something like 9 out of 10 people that have died of Covid are DNRs. I....what's your point there, Einstein? So we should just diminish their deaths because they were DNRs? No, they should not have been in that situation in the first place. 

And I'm still trying to understand how lock downs kill people. Seriously- someone explain this to me.

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Another Thanksgiving down the tube. Nothing different. Much to my displeasure, it was still celebrated the usual way. I kept pushing to cancel it, but noo. We all pretty much stayed masked up, though some people got a little lazy throughout the night. I of course kept mine on the entire time (with the exception of eating of course). Luckily it was a fairly mild day, so I went around and opened up as many windows and doors as as I could to at least get some kind of filtration through the house. I don't know how much good that did, if any. 

I went for a walk a couple times after dinner and there were just cars parked everywhere, so clearly the old farts in my neighborhood gave no fucks about Covid. I can just image how the rest of the country was as well. I can't wait to see the Covid numbers in the next two weeks. The past couple weeks will probably be nothing.

I got an email in work the other day from one of my coworkers, she wants to have a glass painting party next week in our conference room, along with pizza and soda. I just shook my head. Like what part of WE'RE IN A FUCKING PANDEMIC does she not comprehend? I know she likes to go around talking about how stupid she is and she never has any idea what is going on in the world, but come the fuck on. I don't expect people to follow the news as much as I do, but these people that live in their own little naive bubbles....it's not cute. 

I love how the news is raving about how there is a light at the end of the tunnel with a vaccine possibly being distributed soon. Why am I going to get excited? If it's doled out the way it's predicted to be, with my age and my health, I'm going to have to wait forever to get it, if I choose to get it. I'd like to say I would, but the idea of it being produced so quickly is a little unsettling. I trust the science, but I don't trust that crooked administration to not bully the production and release of it. But who knows how I'll feel if it really does end up coming?

Ugh

I checked my county's dashboard of Covid cases for the day....almost 400 were reported today. I almost simultaneously had a stroke and heart attack. Our numbers were never even close to that back in the spring when Jersey was getting slammed. I don't even know if we ever hit 200 in a single day back then.

I'm dreading the holidays coming and then ending more than ever this year. Winter is hard enough to deal with. And it's not that I mind being in a lockdown and having to stay home. It's having to deal with the dreary long cold winter, with having to worry about a fucking virus on top of it. 

I was reading an article the other day about how in Texas prisoners are being paid to move dead bodies until the National Guard come in. There were pictures of the makeshift trailer morgues and just rows of white sheets covering bodies. I closed the article and felt like a hole had been shot through my soul. All of those unnecessary deaths. And what's our dear leader worried about? Golfing, whining, and suing. I hope Satan is building a special level of hell for him and everyone in his administration.

The Stupid Of The Day

As pandemic surges, Trump White House calls Thanksgiving restrictions 'Orwellian'

Hey Kayleigh (good god, that name alone makes me want to punch something), ask a quarter of a million Americans how they're enjoying their freedom right now! 

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193,000 confirmed cases in the US yesterday. I'm afraid to even see what today's numbers are.

I often see people who are against mask wearing saying they're not sheep, etc. Okay, so maybe we mask wearers are, but who are the ones that believe every single thing that comes out of an obese orange sack of shit? Y'all follow everything that lying pile of shit says. Just like sheep. Just like us!

Another reason I can't wait for this administration to be gone is I can't wait until we don't have to see that damn press secretary's face anymore. My God, does she have a punchable face. Oh I'll never lie! And all she's done is LIE LIE LIE LIE LIE LIE LIE *breathes* LIE LIE LIE LIE LIE LIE LIE LIE LIE. 

And going back to my coworkers. That day we had the meeting regarding the new rules, my manager made some remark about not coming to work sick and we all know better anyway. Oh really? My coworkers rarely miss work if they're sick. And yes, even I am guilty of it, although most of the time I've went to work sick was either post-nasal drip or a sinus infection. I did go to work with the flu that time a few years ago, although in my defense I had no idea that is what I had until I was tested at the weekend. But these people will come to work with fevers, vicious coughs, and confirmed illnesses. Also, I can't wait until Thanksgiving is over (not really). I have no idea where these assholes are going to be, but I'm sure they're going to go about their business like nothing is going on in the world. So YAY, now I'll have that to worry about!

I've made it this far in the pandemic without having a nervous breakdown, although when our numbers started improving, my anxiety did as well. That is no longer the case. And considering this looks like it's going to be really bad, well, I don't know what's going to happen. I'll either trudge through it again or completely lose it.

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I didn't doubt for one second that Chump was going to act like a complete and utter prick if he didn't win the election, but JFC, this is getting ridiculous. He didn't win, so it's automatically a crooked election? GTFOH. I'm so goddamn sick of that evil bastard and his evil bastard family. GO AWAY. 

And I'm so sick of this damn virus. And I'm sick of hearing everyone complain about how sick of it they are and they are just going to live their lives. Do you think the virus gives a fuck that we're tired of it? No. No, it does not! A Facebook friend posted some meme one day about not living your life in fear and just have the holidays because you never know if it will be someone's last. That's all fine and dandy and true to a point....but you can also make it someone's last by having the holidays and being or someone else being unknowingly infected! JFC, what do people not understand about ASYMPTOMATIC CASES???

And my coworkers....they're really starting to piss me off. Since our numbers are going up in Joisey, we've got some new rules in work. And the day it was announced, we had a group meeting and of course, it turned into a joke fest and everyone just laughing it all off. I work with quite a few people who are not what I would call particularly healthy, so perhaps maybe they should be taking it more seriously. Most are overweight, obese territory. Hypertension. The miserable old bitch is over 65, has diabetes, and had a heart attack last year. And unsurprisingly, she's the one that brushes it off the most. And most days when someone comes back to talk to me or sits near me, I feel like screaming WOULD IT KILL YOU TO PUT ON A FUCKING MASK?! 

I've had times where coworkers have asked me if I want them to put one on. I shouldn't have to be asked! Be respectful and just goddamn do it! It's not a nice thing to say by any means, but I've often said that if I were asymptomatic and passed it onto my coworkers, I would have a very hard time feeling bad about it.

I've been having a meltdown for the past couple of days because I ate in a restaurant on Saturday night. I've been on hyperalert. I wasn't happy about doing it, although I did my best to stay vigilant, e.g. kept my hands clean, didn't touch my face, kept a mask on the entire time except when eating or drinking. The million dollar question, the question I am constantly asking myself....was it enough? 

I can feel a headache brewing since earlier this evening and even though I've been getting them in relation to my cycle (I'm due for my period any day now) since long before Covid ever came around, I still can't help but worry. Having health-related anxiety and OCD during a pandemic is an absolute bitch.

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Is there ever going to be an end in sight to this damn pandemic? I'm beyond over it, as I am sure plenty of others are. I will forever wonder how bad it would have been in this country had we had someone competent in charge and not some vile pathological lying fat pussbag. 

And then these damn anti-maskers. I can't with them. Really, I want someone to explain to me how wearing a piece of material across your face is taking away MAH FREEDUMB and MAH RIGHTS, because I'm really failing to see how it does so. I don't know about anyone else, but I put mine on and then I go about my business. I go to the store, I go to work, etc. I do almost everything I did before, and the only reason I say almost is because there are things I am in no hurry to do and that's not because of wearing a mask. 

I wonder how many of these anti-maskers are good wittle Christians. Do you really think Jesus would have had a problem wearing a mask? I'm far from religious nowadays, but from what I recall from my days of CCD of what he did for humanity, I can't imagine the son of God having an issue with it. 

On another note....how is it September already? This year has only been a few centuries long.

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Per annual tradition, I was down the shore for six days last week. At night, the boards were a social distancing nightmare. And a huge majority of the people not wearing masks and/or social distancing were teenagers. I always had a mask on when I was up on the boards, but it wasn't very reassuring.

Right before I left for vacation, I managed to resist taking my thermometer with me. However, as soon as I came home, I started right up again, although I can pat myself on the back over the fact that I have greatly reduced the amount of times I am taking my temperature a day from 8 to 2. Some days it might be 3 or 4, but still better and less stressful than taking it 8 times a day. And you better believe I'm going to keep on it until at least next Friday, when I am at what I assign the 14 day mark.

I can't even explain why I take my temperature. I know a high percentage of Covid patients have a fever as a symptom, but the fact that there are so many asymptomatic people as well kind of defeats the purpose of relying on taking my temperature as a judge to whether I could have it. Just because my temperature is normal doesn't mean I'm not carrying it. But it was just a compulsion I think I happened to pick up after my mom had a Covid exposure scare (the county health department requested that she email them her temperature twice a day) and haven't been able to break entirely.

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So I will soon be through my first week back to work. It's....well, it's work.

My biggest shock is nobody is wearing masks. I can't understand why. The miserable old bitch said to me oh we're all okay in here. Oh really? So you are a Covid-19 test now? For someone who thinks she knows everything, she's apparently very blissfully unaware how ASININE it is to assume you're all okay. Or she's just that arrogant. I know I work with some dumb people, but this....this I just cannot comprehend.

And stupid me on Monday didn't keep mine on (save the lecture, I've been beating myself up plenty about it), but come Tuesday I said fuck this, I'm not messing around and wore mine the entire day as well as all of today. And will continue to do so. I'm not taking any chances in such a little place.

Also, today we had patients in (and to make matters worse, we had two doctors on schedule; why on earth in the middle of a fucking pandemic when people are supposed to be distanced from each other we would allow more than one doctor in boggles my mind) and at one point, I took a break to run out to my car and I almost screamed when I went in the waiting room. Now it's a small waiting room, maybe about 7 or 8 chairs at the most, but....almost every seat was filled. It was a social distancing nightmare.

Whenever I'm out and look around at everyone with masks on, for some reason it makes me feel sad. I don't really know why. It just does. Just like one day I watched a Domino's delivery person do a no-contact delivery at the house across the street from me and it made me feel sad for him. I don't know why. And in a way seeing people with masks on or social distancing is kind of touching. It makes me want to go up to people and say thank you. Thank you for doing your part in protecting your fellow humans.  

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I've been PMSing like a lumberjack for the past two weeks and finally on Wednesday night, it started to come in. It's been a miserable two days. It's heavy, non-stop cramps, dizziness, you name it. Woke up in the middle of the night last night and got my head off my pillow just in time before blood started pouring out of my left nostril (for the past year or so, I've been occasionally getting unilateral nose bleeds during menstrual periods, usually the left side; I highly suspect they're hormonal related because it's the only time I get them).

Anyway, so in the grand tradition of things, my tolerance for everything is even lower than usual. Cue Wednesday. I get the mail and there is an envelope from the Minute Clinic addressed to me. I open it to find a bill from my visit in freaking January telling me my service is not covered and I owe $89 after the $50 copay I paid back when I visited. I pulled up my insurance account and much to my surprise there was no claim submitted for that date of service. My prescription was there, but not the visit. Meaning someone billed something wrong. I called my insurance and spoke with someone, who agreed with what I was guessing went wrong, and he was trying to get through to CVS to have someone resubmit the bill to the proper place. He was having trouble getting through (the wait time was ridiculously long) so he called me back and said he would try again first thing the next morning. I still haven't heard back.

Cue Thursday. In the beginning of the month, I received two bills regarding anesthesia services I received from my endoscopy, one for $141 and one for $28.20. I promptly filled out checks for both bills and mailed them out. Both checks are reflected on my banking statement as paid. On Thursday, I receive a last and final notice bill for $141. I contacted the company. I still haven't heard back. Cue today. I go out to see what I got in the mail and there is another bill sitting there for me. I picked it up and thought, I swear to God, if I open it to find a bill for $28.20, I'm going to go postal. Sure enough, that's exactly what it was. I didn't actually go postal, but I wanted to. I didn't even bother calling today because I was just in no damn mood to speak to anyone.

Then this past Saturday, I put in a refill request for my famotidine. I received a text that they would contact me when it was available, as apparently it's out of stock. I go online to check my account and find I have no pending refills and that my famotidine is back to being available for refill request. So I request it again, and later on I receive a text telling me the pharmacy is going to contact my doctor for an alternative medicine. No reason why, e.g. it's still out of stock, etc. I don't want an alternative medicine. I want f-ing famotidine.

I'm also getting stressed out over why my body temperature has been running higher than usual the past week, unless it's related to my period. I don't know what it is, and it's making me crazy. Taking my temperature so many times a day is making me crazy. EVERYTHING is making me crazy.