Don't Read if You're Looking for Humour

Another Monday in September. Has the month gone on and on and on for you as it has for me? The year has rushed by faster than one of those mysterious meteorites flashing through the sky that we call "shooting stars" – yet September is making-up for the pace, attempting to bog me down with another challenge or three hundred in a new compromised emotional and physical state.

Yeah, I'm sure you didn't pop in just to read complaints about another round of personal issues, but that's what you'll receive from me today. My mother is teetering on the edge of a serious health issue, now in a hospital, under "observation" while, concurrently, I've had a setback, albeit minor, from the dastardly fracture my once healthy hip experienced a bit over a year ago. A New Nurse came to my home today to enroll me in yet another Healthcare service where I may receive further Physical Therapy to strengthen what is weak. We do all of this from home as I stopped driving years ago when I was seriously "Legally Blind" and  crashed my car in the days leading-up to almost complete blurriness. Since then, although improvement in sight has occurred, driving is not a smart idea right now.

This isn't a "woe is me" post. This is a "Whoa! It's ME and MY MOTHER" post. For part of this year both of us have had physical problems arise around the same time, thus making it difficult for either of us to travel to be with each other as support. I have offered to travel to her part of the state to spend time with her in the hospital, but she needs complete rest and no stimulation, and all I would do is cause her to worry about her own condition even more with an also not-feeling-so-great daughter sitting by her bedside nattering on about things she isn't supposed to be thinking about. So, here I am. In L.A., feeling slightly helpless. On the bright side, my mother is a very Independent Person, and she might heal faster without too many visitors.

Or so "they" say and I've been "told." That's how it went down six years ago when she almost said Goodbye To The Cruel, Cool World with the same heart condition following a surgery for something else. The less Miss Nurse Shauna was around to shove pills and a proper diet on her tray, the quicker she healed following a week of my presence. I'm a very Good Nurse…just a bit too aggressive for a Stubborn Mother Who Thinks She Knows Best. Whereas friends and lovers welcome my services.

And, not to ignore politics completely, Mr. Out-Of-It-Romney, my mother DID go to the ER when she knew something was wrong. The difference is, she has health insurance and they were able to move her into a private room to check on her for the next few days, unlike your idiotic suggestion that the Uninsured should just drop into an ER anywhere and expect all the healthcare they'll need. You sniveling jerk! Who pays for the ER when someone is so poor they can't afford Health Insurance, "let alone" the cost of an ER visit. (READ THIS SHIT)

Listen, Mitts, my one day ER experience last year cost over $15,000. I'm still paying-off my co-payment. You are so effin' dumb and out of touch that I cannot believe you live on the same planet as most of us.

Aside from that brief snark, I believe it's time to end this update and find some music and art which will reflect my feelings so that all areas of My Being (rather than my Not Being) will feel satisfied and expressed.


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