Dealing With Headaches

Oh, for Pete’s sake. Was it a slow news day in the non-profit community or what? We have war, famine, the ecological crisis, natural disasters like Paris Hilton and all the Center for Enviornmantal Health and Justice (CHEJ) can point the middle finger at is PVC shower curtains. On Friday June 13, CHEJ put out an a press release that calls PVC shower curtains toxic. I’ve been dying to get my mits wrapped around this press release, but first 451 Press went down and then my Internet went down. So, stand back, this has been brewing all damn weekend.

Anyway

Granted, new shower curtains suck. They have that new shower curtain smell which I’ve noted has never been duplicated in a line of perfume or as a special aromatherapy candle scent. Strong smells can certainly trigger bad headaches.

CHEJ (which I assume is pronounced either “cheese” or “chez”) claim that new shower smell can kill you…eventually. This is because, in 28 days since the bag is opened, the PVC released 108 different VOCs (volitale organic compunds) which are generally bad news and do every bad thing you have ever imagined (including headaches) and things that only Stephen King could imagine.

However, your shower water also releases VOCs. Are you going to stop taking a shower? And, quite frankly, how much time DO you spend in the bathroom?

Should We Ban Shower Curtains?

Great, that’s all we need — a black market for new shower curtains. “Psst, lady — you lookin’ for a new shower curtain? I got florals, tropicals and pastels.”

First we can’t feed ourselves right and they have a trans fat ban. Then, we can’t ride in a moving vehicle right and have to strap our kids into incredibly expensive car seats. Now, they’re trying to get us in the shower. Hey, there’s naked people in here — go get your bans somewhere else!

Folks, how STUPID do we have to be that we need a ban or a warning label on common household items? (Don’t answer that). If you know the new shower curtain is gonna stink, open it up and stick it in a room where no one spends a lot time in (like a basement or attic) and let it air out. Either that, or stick it outside for a couple of days. THEN install it in the bathroom.

Imagine a world without new shower curtains. Remember, folks, extinct is forever. Save the new shower curtains!

Ahhh…I feel so much better now. Was it good for you, too?

The Associated Press and CNN have reported on the rise in survivalists and Americans learning to farm vegeatbles, slaughter their own chickens and stockpile canned goods. In one sense, this is good planning. The future does look a tad bit bleak, what with skyrocketing food, fuel and health care costs and no corresponding rise in wages. Anyone can be forgiven to thik the days of the Revolution — or at least, a really funky riot with a lot of explosions — are soon to come.

Which got me to thinking — will migrainuers have more migraines or less migraines after Armageddon is over?

I Vote Less

I actually have been a survivalist by necessity and not by choice when I was homeless in England. I wasn’t a proper survivialist — I still used stores whenever I had money and begged what I could when I didn’t — but I still lived in the woods in a home I built myself. I used a converted iron stove to heat the place and also had an outdoor fire pit. So I know a little bit about what I speak.

I truly think that many migrainuers will have LESS migraines after then end of the world as we know it (and I feel fine). (In case you’re wondering why the REM clip is there below, now you do). I think this will happen even with the lack of access to modern medicines (even my beloved Excedrin Migraine).

We’ll feel so much better because of two reasons:

1) We won’t have any choice
2) A lot of the things that stress us out will be gone

Let Me Explain

When we say “we won’t have any choice”, I’m not implying that migraineurs choose to have migraines. 99.9% of the time, we don’t. However, our bodies seem to choose to go into rebellion mode whenever we run into the chipper and shredders of life like paying for health care costs, not getting a raise and having to deal with the evil dark shadow on civilization that is Tom Cruise.

We also might sleep better and get to shoot and eat the 1% of the super rich who thrive off the misery of the rest of us. My head feels better already just from thinking about it.

But until then, viva drugs. Sleep tight, kids.

Mine went crap, thanks. I became more aware of my headaches this week than I have in the past month. My apologies for the smaller than usual number of blog posts this week. If 451 Press wasn’t down, then I was. Perhaps 451 Press or Word Press or the server gets migraines, too. I had some real beauties this week.

Keep a Headache Journal

I think I’m going to have to start keeping a headache journal again. I thought I was done with that crap years ago when I lived in England and decided, one fine Boxing Day, to do an experiment. I had a suspiscion that lack of caffeine was giving me the migraines. So, I stopped ingesting any caffeinated product cold turkey.

Not something I recommend.

I’ve been assured by authors, anti-caffeine activists (which I’m sure exist on some corner of the web) and everyday people that the migraine goes away after four days. A mere four days. Of course, in migraine-time, four days is the equivelent of one year in real life time.

I’ve cut back on my caffeine intake to about six cups of black tea a day. So, why did I get such blinding headaches this week? That’s the six and a half dollar question.

Theories

One of the theories I have about why I get so many headaches and migraines is that it’s other peoples’s fault. Somehow, their stupid thoughts float through the air like so much ozone and infect all of us who happen to have at least one thought in our heads. And the originators of the thoughts don’t get headaches or migraines because their brains never can hang onto an idea. Those painful thoughts just slip away into the atmosphere.

I also couldn’t help but notice that, except for a few internet sites, not one thing has popped up in the local or national media about National Headache Awareness Week. Way to go, guys. Then again, you did pick a bad week, what with natural disasters, NBA finals and that Presidential election bugaboo.

So I had a great National Headache Awareness Week. I even was too ill to send a submission in to the June Headache and Migraine Blog Carnival, darn it!

And people wonder why I get migraines.

I’m a freelance writer, and so I have a stack of rejection slips so thick I could paper the house with them. Although there is a company that turns rejection slips into toilet paper that I’m looking into. But I got the most mind-boggling rejection slip of my life so far yesterday.

This Ties In With Migraines, Trust Me

I’m currently trying to sell a speculative fiction short story about an incredibly beautiful Arabian-mix mare who also happens to need to feast on human flesh. (Well, no horse is perfect, right?) And, yes, I did send a specualtive fiction short story to a publication that published speculative fiction short stories. But this was the reason the editor rejected my story:

“It seems unlikely to me that a carnivorous horse would look anything like an Arabian.”

That just blew my head off. I didn’t realize the editor knew of a herd of carnivorous horses to make her basis of comparison. Silly me. I just used my imagination (and the legend of the eigth labor of Hercules, where he had to tame flesh-eating horses).

At first, I thought (hoped) she was being funny, but later on in the letter I realized she was being serious. Perhaps she wanted to sound like she was authority in the matter of the body shape of flesh eating equines. However, she failed to describe the suitable physical structure that a carnivorous horse should have.

That’s when the migraine started. This was worse than criticism headache. At least there’s usually some sort of reason grounded on the planet earth in order to receive criticism.

And, as a bonus, she took the time to correct “a few typos” and then send me back my corrected manuscript. By the way, she had two typos in her rejection letter to me. I’m starting to wonder if I would have a lot less migraines if there were a lot less people in the world.

So, please, everyone, enlighten this obviously ignorant freelance writer and tell me — what does a carnivorous horse look like?

It comes around so quickly, doesn’t it? And now we’re caught buying National Headache Awareness Week presents and have to listen to National Headache Awareness Week carols…

It’s June 1-7

Well, I suppose we don’t really have any carols or presents to give during National Headache Awareness Week. I wonder what celebrations and traditions should we do this week?

I know — if we meet anyone who says, “A headache isn’t so bad,” we smack them over the head will a ball-peen hammer. This will definately make them more aware of headaches in the nation.

My Health Insurance Company Hasn’t Forgotten

I know my health insurance company is celebrating National Headache Awarenwss Week by sending me information to drive me around the bend. Today, my mail was graced with a thick package about my prescription drug plan. this included a list of drugs approved to be covered by the health insurance company. It was entitled, logically, enough, “Approved Drug List”.

But then they also sent me an equally long list entitled “Non-Approved Drug List”.

Why?

I have two college degrees. Perhaps they know this and think that I’m too much of genuis to have any common sense left in my head (perhaps if I did, I wouldn’t get headaches). If I can’t find the name of the drug on the “Approved Drug List”, doesn’t it stand to reason that if it’s not on the list, it probably hasn’t been approved?

How many trees had to die to make up the “Non Approved Drug List”? And how much extra postage did it take to ship the “Non Approved Drug List”? I want to know, because I’m the one paying for the tree killing and the extra postage. I thought I’d be paying for doctor visits and Prozac, but how naive could I be?

And people wonder why I get migraines.

Off to bang my head against the keyboard now. That way it will hurt a lot less.

Two weeks ago, I had the first bloodwork tests done on me since the age of the dinsosaurs. This is to help diagnose what might be causing me migraines, constant fatigue, attraction to the wrong kind of men, that sort of thing. I got the bill a couple of days ago –$215 damn dollars.

But It’s A Bargain

Now, keep in mind I’m already paying through the nose for my medical insurance. (And I’m not really sure I want to know the origins of the expression “paying through the nose“.) In order to have the priviledge of getting a $215 bill for blood tests, this is what I have to pay:

• $250 per month for the insurance policy premium
• $15 per prescription (roughly $30 per month)
• $25 co-pay for every doctor visit ( I had two)

So, last month, I already paid $330 to my health insurance vampires. But yet, this doesn’t include the blood tests (even though I’ve already paid enough to cover them).

When the bill came, it claimed that the costs of the blood tests were $900 and that my health insurance company graciously paid for the balance.

Oh, come on. I bet you the cost of the blood tests were $215. They’re just saying it’s $900 trying to make me feel better. Retail stores do this all the time — jack up the original price and THEN mark it 20% off.

Does anybody check out these things? I guess we’re too busy watching American Idol and banning trans-fats to bother.

Happy National Headache Week

In related news, June 1-7 is National Headache Week. This is what happens after you pay your blood money. Instead of getting reasonable costs for healthcare, you get a logo and a national week. No wonder the headache will last a whole week.

Soon after I graduated elementary school, my Mom forbade me to tell her what I dreamt of the night before. She claims it’s because she never had nightmares until I told her mine. (What can I say? I like to share). But now I have reached a new level of weirdness in even my dreams.

Not only did I have a lucid dream early this morning, but I sick got sick during the lucid dream. I felt fine when I went to sleep. Then I got a migraine in my dream and woke up and still felt like crap. What up? I’ve approached the phenomenon of getting migraines in dreams before, but you usually feel better an hour or so after waking up. This was different in it’s intensity.

What’s a Lucid Dream?

A luicd dream is where you realize you are dreaming. Once you realize you are actually dreaming, that’s when the fun begins. Although you can manipulate your background and events in your lucid dream to a point, mostly you just get the complete freedom to be yourself without any repercussions.

Tibetan monks learn to lucid dream in order to help them on their path to enlightenment. Ancinet shamans used lucid dreams in order to ask spirits for healing rituals. I use lucid dreams (sometimes) in a high-brow way, but mostly I use them to get my rocks off. Lucid dreams are better than sex and drugs combined.

Except when you get sick in the dream. Usually, when I dreamt of getting ill, I didn’t realize during the dream that I ws dreaming. This morning, I knew I was dreaming, and yet was vomiting becuase of a migraine that couldn’t possibly be happening, anyway. Perhaps throwing up shows that I’ve reached the next stage in my spiritual development.

Next Time

The next time I get sick in a lucid dream, I’m going to ask to see the dream doctor that must be lurking about in the lucid dream universe. Of course, then I’d be asked what kind of lucid dream universe health insurance to carry, and I’d be in a bit of a pickle there. I really don’t want to spend my time lucid dreaming having to fill out application forms and comparing quotes.

Or maybe I should just go back to being an insomniac.

If figure if there’s one person out there taking propranalol as a migraine preventative, there must be others. (Unless my doctor is crazy). So, I’m giving you this warning — do NOT take a dose of propranolol right before going to bed — or even an hour before going to bed. You’re better off eating a Hershey bar and washing it down with Pepsi than taking propranolol.

I wish I knew about this stuff when I was in college.

Anyway

Dr. Fountain Of Youth Face told me to take a dose when I wake up (along with the Prozac) and then take the second dose “in the afternoon”. I wondered why in the afternoon and not on the evening, but I didn’t ask. (I was still trying to figure out how to pronounce the name of the medicine). It seems that it would be more logical to take the pills about 12 hours apart in order to keep the medicine evnly distributed throughout my system.

Propranolol doesn’t work on logic, apparently. It works on some sort of alternate-universe logic. You have to take it in the morning and the afternoon and nowhere near your bedtime.

Man, was I wired. I tried everything — drinking chamomile tea, reading boring books and I was still drumming my fingers against the mattress at three in the morning. I can’t count sheep in my head. For some reason, that wakes me up. But if I get up out of bed, turn on the light, and write down a list of the sheep that I count, THEN I get drowsy.

Come to think of it, very little about my body works logically.

The Moral of the Story Is

Don’t second guess the instructions on your prescription meds…not if you have to get up eearly in the morning, anyway.

I went to my doctor today (Dr. Fountain of Youth Face) to get read the results of my bloodwork done last week. Included in that array of tests was an HIV test (commonly called an AIDS test). Considering my health had dipped (and that my last sexual partner turned out to be dipping into anything and everything that would give him half a can of Strongbow), I thought this was one test I would definately fail. Perhaps that’s one reason I had I had such a bad migraine earlier this week. I had been putting off having an HIV test since 2004 (when I left my last partner) and now I finally had to face the results.

After I got the results, my head hasn’t been giving me any bother today.

Anyway

So, I’m now on one medication for my migraines and one nutritional supplement for my eternal fatigue. The bloodwork shows I have iron-poor blood, so I’m now on an iron supplement (ferrus sulphate). Unfortuntely, I’ve discovered today (by an odd coincidence while reading Tea Bliss by Theresa Cheung) that black tea can hurt the body’s absorption of iron.

I don’t smoke. I don’t drink alcohol. I stopped gambling. Hell, I haven’t had sex since 2004. I am NOT giving up tea. If it’s a choice between feeling tired all of the time and my tea, I’ll stick with the tea.

But, what about the migraine medication? Well, I was given a choice of Imitrx or low-dose high blood pressure medication. Now, I have low blood pressure, but this medicine isn’t to affect my blood pressure. A notable side effect is that it can reduce the frequency and severity of chronic headaches and migraines. I chose the blood pressure medication, propranolol

Let’s see what happens, eh?

Not that I really care at this particular moment. I don’t have AIDS. I feel like making a T-shirt and running an ad in the Philadephia Inquirer.

I watch the sea
It helps to anchor me — Geddy Lee

OK, I’m going to put something a little different up on the old Dealing With Headaches blog today. I think we need a musical break from the clincial trials, drug studies and health insurance blues. I have been insprired buy an other 451 Press blog which occassionally features “Musical Monday”s, so I’m going to steal — er, I mean, repectfully imitate — this idea.

We’re off to See the YouTube

If you play this loud enough in your work cubicle, even on your earphones, you could probably induce a headache in order to get out of work. You could probably induce a migraine in in the annoying co-worker next door who has to argue with his Internet connection every five point five seconds.

The song and the album it’s off of is called My Favourite Headache (yes, there’a “u” in there, so don’t panic, all of you American spelling sticklers (and we know who you are) The artist is Canadian, so the British spelling applies). If the singer sounds familiar, that’s because he’s Geddy Lee, the singer from Canadian hard rock band Rush. This is a solo album that came out in 2000.

The YouTube clip here has good sound quality, but is entirely lacking in the visuals department. It’s just the track playing behind a perpetual stare at the interesting album cover.

The song takes some getting used to if you’re not into Rush (and I admit, I’m not, but I like this track a lot). There is an interesting element of calm in the ominous bass guitar and pounding drums. It reminds me that even in the midst of the headache attack, there is a lifeline to cling to — even if it’s just the thought that eventually the headache will go away.

A lot of art has been inspired by suffering (including almost any novel written by an Irishman), and I think “My Favourite Headache” is a good musical metaphore for what a headache is like.

A blog post about my English Mongrel Pony made it to May’s Headache & Blog Carnival, and I’ve already gottena couple of compliments on how cute Pony is. Actually, the doggy in Walking Dog Helps Ease My Head Pain is NOT my dog. I didn’t have a scanner then. Now I do, and so here is a picture of Pony (and me) when we both lived in Bath, England. Let’s see if I can get the image to work on WordPress, shall we?

Exercise And Migraines

This month’s topic was handling exercise even when you suffer from chronic headaches or migraines. Although you won’t feel like moving, regular exercise can help lessen your pain intensity and duration. It also helps with just about every other physical aspect of your health. And, as usual, the blog carnival will also exercise your brain and your smiling muscles when you read it.

Some of the articles that really stuck out to me were:

• Calming Down the Migraine Brain by Megan Oltman, the poet who doesn’t know it from Free My Brain From Migraine Pain. This focuses on how to relax even when life sucks. Practical and doable stuff.
• Teri Robert at My Migraine Connection offers a post I wish I had written with a killer title, 10 Ways for Migraineurs to Sneak in Some Exercise. Because if we consiously make the decision to exercise, God knows we never will. Unless, of course, you live with Pony. Then you wont have much of a choice.
• The MAV Experience (aka Pat) also extolls the cirtues of dogs, the Great Outdoors and elephants re-enacting Riverdance with Keeping Active When Your Body Says No.
• And when the body can’t be budged, but your inner you can, here’s Kerrie’s Mindfulness & Meditation: An Introduction. (You have to scroll down a little bit to actually get to the post).

If I haven’t mentioned your post that made it onto the blog, it’s not because of your writing abilities, it’s because I suck.

As always, please don’t use any of these posts of blog carnivals in the place of a qualified doctor’s diagnosis and recommendations.

Next month’s topic is “How to Have a Fun, Healthy Vacation in Spite of Your Migraines” hosted at Somebody Heal Me. I think I’ll skip submitting anything for that one, but I’m looking forward to reading everyone else’s tips and tricks. Remember, you don’t have to have a blog specifically devoted to heads or head pains in order to submit. You don’t get money, but you do get a lot of traffic and you have a chance of getting mentioned on this blog.

(Ooo. Ahh.)

Well, I was especailly prepared for my first doctor appointment in a few years — at nine this morning, while still in bed (hey, I’ve had a hard life), I began a migraine. Sometimes, I’m able to sleep it off. Not this time. I staggered out of the bed, made myself slurp down a Yoplait and popped an Excedrin Migraine. (If you can avoid it, try not to take Excedrin Migraine on an empty stomach. Otherwise, you might not have the Excedrin Migraine in your body long enough to do any good.)

Things had calmed to a dull roar by the time of my appointment at 11:30. I still had to wear sunglasses until the light reduced to a tolerable level. (My senses magnify painfully when I get a migraine. For most people, this is sensitivity to light and sound, but I also can be sensitive to taste. My Mom gets sensitive skin.)

Meeting Dr H (Again)

I used to see Dr H when I was a teenager. Of course, niether Dr. H’s staff nor me thought I was ever going to return to Clifton Heights (ha ha) so my medical records were trashed. Since Dr H sees thousands of patients a month/year/hour/whatever, I was like a brand new patient.

I sat down on the couch thingy with the really big roll of toilet paper over it and got my first good look at Dr. H in 20 years.

And, darn it — he had the indecency to look JUST THE SAME. Me, I’ve got wrinkles, I’m growing hair in strange places, I’ve put on weight — and he looks just the same (except for a couple of streaks of iron grey.) What the heck does Dr. H know that I don’t? Next time, I have to remember to ask him if he’s related to Dick (”Fountain of Youth Face”) Clark. Of course, he probably never spent five years being homeless in another country like I did — but that’s still no excuse.

Anyway, one of the first things he did was realize how uncomfortable I was and sat me in a real chair for adults. We could look at each other eye to eye. That did a lot to help my nerves.

Practical upshot is that I have to fast from 10pm tonight to do massive amounts of bloodwork in the moring. Then we proceed from there. I supposse I should start stuffing my face now to make sure I have enough calories to get through tomorrow morning.

Dr. H also mentioned that he might want me to start a daily abortive medication to prevent migraines instead of just relying on Excedrin Migraine. I gripped the chair arms when he said that. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Money!” I said. (Imitrex, for example, can probably be exchanged for gold nuggets in some cities.)

“You do have a prescription plan with your insurance.”

“Oh — yeah,” I said. I keep forgetting I have insurance now, although the monthly bills are a reminder as sublte as a kick in the groin. After spending so many years uninsured, I just automatically assume if it’s good for me, I can’t afford it.

Have to go now and get in my daily quota of Cheez Its before the 10 pm deadline.

I see Dr. H again in 2 weeks. I wonder if he’ll grow even younger.

Ok, truth be told, I didn’t make the appointment — I chickened out so my Mom made the appointment for me. I have a phobia of doctors that are nearly as bad as my phobia of dentists. If you find you keep putting off making an appointment with a doctor for whatever reason, mention this to someone who cares about you. They may make the appointment for you. My date with destiny is May 8.

What’s Old Is New Again

My Mom made the appointment with my new doctor — who turns out to be the doctor I went to twenty years ago. I remember him being the first person to write a prescription for me ofr a brand new medcine “said to be the bees’ knees” for menstrual cramps. This new wonder drug was called ibuprofen.

(Yes — that’s how old I am, folks.)

Now I’m worried that when I meet my old doctor again that he’s going to look a heck of a lot better than I am. I also wonder if I’ll wind up being the “example case” for every other patient. “My God - eat your vegatables or you’ll wind up like Sherwood!”

I Have Health Insurance Now

The only reason I can complain about my old/new doctor is that I have to shell out $250 per month for health insurance. I’ve had to take on three more clients just to cover the health insurance premiums. I’m working about ten hours a day. I’m beginning to wonder if I was better off among the ranks of America’s 47 million uninsured.

Well, back to work. I have to go write scads of articles about relaxing from stress, hedge clippers and treadmills (not all in the same article, though). I also am still trying to track down one client who seems to have skipped this planet after I delievered my articles. I’m working so hard because it’s good for my health.

Ever get an question in your head that you can’t find the answer to and it starts to drive you crazier than if you had “Achey Breaky Heart” stuck in your head for a week? (Can you tell I’m still taking the mystery generic allergy medicine I taked about yesterday?) Well, as you can probably guess from this post’s title, the question emblazoned on my brain is about the existence or non-extistence of herniated disc migraines (A herniated disc is also known as a “slipped disc” It’s not a lot of fun).

Blame My Client

As a freelance writer, I get a lot of strange topics assigned to me. Mostly what I write is web content, which relies on SEO tricks in order to have it place well in the SERPs (Search Engine Page Ranking). For a long article, I get a list of keywords the client wants me to incorporate “naturally and conversationally” into the article.

Last night, I had an assignment about “Living with a Herniated Disc”. One of the keywords I had to use was “herniated disc migraine”.

Now, open up another window on your browser and enter “herniated disc migraine” into your favorite search engine. I’ll wait.

Welcome Back

There’s nothing there, is there? (Except for some chiropractor ads and questions in health forums). Now, for the client, I treated the herniated disc migraine as a secondary ailment derived from the herniated disc. If you have the stress and pain of a herniated disc, you are bound to get migraines or serious headaches. A doctor would probaly (emphasize probably) treat the migraines seperately from the herniated disc pain. (As always, please don’t use this blog as a substitution for a doctor visit.) However, about 90% of herniated discs do not need surgery in order for the pain to go away. I couldn’t find any information on whether surgery for a herniated disc would also help get rid of migraines (that’s too much to hope for, I guess).

That’s all I could find. Not a lot of help, sorry.

So I’m putting the question out to the blogosphere — is there such thing as a herniated disc migraine?

::Rant Mode On::

Yes — this is going to be one of THOSE posts, so put your armor on. Either that or moan, croan or vomit your support, depending on what your current migraine pain is.

Last year, I made a whopping $5100 before taxes. Suddenly, I no longer qualified for Medicare, despite the fact I make BELOW the national poverty level of $6000. If I didn’t live with my Mom, I’d be out on the street (where I had been for the previous five years — but that’s another story). SO, I had no health insurance.

But I need Prozac in order to keep from blowing my brains out. It would also be nice to be able to afford an ambulance ride if I should ever need it. Apparently, it’s my God Given Right to own a gun, but NOT a God given right to be taken care of if I get shot by someone else’s God Given Right or try to kill myself with my God Given Right.

So, I grit my teeth, took on two more clients, am working ten hours a day seven days a week in order to pay for medical insurance myself. All of my new money from the two new clients is already spent on medical insurance premiums. How nice. I’m told I can write off my insurance premiums in next year’s taxes (whee — but this year I guess I don’t eat).

Today, my coverage is scheduled to start. I need to get my Prozac. It also would be nice to be able to find a doctor to help me with my migraines. I’ve also been fainting (but that could be due to working 70-100 hours a week). I still haven’t gotten my damn medical insurance card yet, and I was accepted into the policy on April 7.

So, no pills.

My acceptance letter says I could download and print out a temporary ID card from their website. I could use that to get my pills. Great. I went to the website. They want a user name and password. I enterred them.

They do not recognise that I exist. They changed my password and username without telling me.

I have taken a lot of Excedrin today and hope today to never meet someone who works in the medical insurace industry or the pharmacuetical industry. I would probably kill them. Granted, I have a pretty good defense in that I did not get my Prozac and this could all have been prevented had Medicare not dropped me like a piece of fox poo.

My Dream

In my “spare time” I write speculative fiction short stories, which garner a lot of rejection slips and not much else. One of the themes I write about is the Revolution. Not any in the past — the one that’s to come. We are generally a calm, complacent people — a nation of cows, really — but sooner or later we will reach our breaking point. Even cows kill people.

The Revolution is where we put all the bastards of the world who make life hell for the rest of us with things like health insurance premiums up against a wall and chop them to bits with machetes because we couldn’t get our Prozac because the damn websites won’t recognize our existence.

And then we will all live happily ever after.

Off to stare at machete catalogues and try to re-learn how to write in shorter sentences.

It’s all Tom Cruise’s fault.

::Rant Mode Off::