I have had a really good week. Good in the sense that I got shit done. I went to Urgent Care as soon as my health insurance was activated. I got in as soon as they unlocked the doors on the first day. Some muckity-muck super-famous doctor who has his own radio show just happened to be in the clinic that morning. He saw my impressive shingles rash (’cause I never do anything second best; gotta be that overachiever…), and he gave me 10 days of some mega anti-viral drug. It helped with the nerve pain straight away and then the rash began to shrink. It’s not enough, though. I’m 5 days in and I can tell that I will need a second course.
Here’s a photo of my shingles at the onset:
Please excuse my white belly. There are two more patches like this and they sting, burn, throb, and ache.
So the Val-acyclovir has been awesome. But really, I made it through the first week because I am a drug hoarder. I gave myself 8mg of codeine every 4 hours for 6 days – and it helped (:
Fuck the American Medical Establishment for not giving me something for the pain. This is the 21st Century. There is no excuse for making sick people suffer needlessly when narcotics exist. Civil Disobedience is my patriotic duty. Where did I get the codeine you ask? Where haven’t I gotten drugs from? It’s my right to have access to medication. This particular bottle I brought from Canada where, like every other country in the world except the USA, a person can walk into any pharmacy, show an ID, and purchase painkillers. The bottle was 2-years old, but not expired.
But there’s more! The high muckity-muck Urgent Care doctor with the radio show said he could not refill my anti-depressant because the insurance companies do not allow it. And Buspirone is not a controlled substance. He referred me to my PCP -Primary Care Physician. Well, I told him that I had been trying to get in to a PCP but no-one would see me until August. It was July 5th. So he pulled some strings and I got an appointment on July 7th. My new PCP was a woman (a requirement of mine); she was chubby like me (a plus, means she’s human.), competent, and not a bitch. Wow, I feel pretty good about it and think I got extra lucky.
From appointment #2, I got my anti-depressant Buspirone and 2 months of anti-anxietal Xanax.
And the whole thing cost me… $60+$5+$30+$5+$5… that’s $105
This job at the shoe store has the best health insurance I’ve ever had. Baruch Hashem. (Praise God.) It’s crazy. I have 2 university degrees. I speak 3 languages. I learn new skills so freakin fast – but it’s putting shoes on people’s feet that allows me to get medical care in America. Okay. Shoes it is then.
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