Is Often Different Than What You Do.
I'm supposed to be taking it easy, not really going anywhere or do anything. I'm supposed to avoid stress at all costs, before the anger explodes through the medication and I do something rash and violent.
But I went and did my taxes, filed them like a good little boy is supposed to do, and with my RAL in hand, I went out to pay all my bills so that next month I start out flush.
And got called this morning and told that the company that extended the RAL had changed their minds, and H&R Block had no idea what that meant. Do I have to pay back the money? Does that mean that every single payment I made just now bounced? Or does it mean that everything is OK, and the money I spent will be removed from my tax return.
So, stress and anger. Seriously, if you're going to extend the loan, you REALLY shouldn't turn around 24 hours and later and say "Oh, I changed my mind, despite the fact you spend 30% of the money I just handed you."
These new pills make me sick, and for a couple of days I was whipsawing back and forth between explosively angry at no reason, and feeling lethargic and like I wanted to weep.
Well, not angry for no reason.
See, back when I got out of the Army, I went to the VA because I was constantly vomiting. What I ate, when I ate, none of it mattered. I can only seem to hold down about 1/3 of what I eat. Well, when I saw the doctor, they did an upper-GI, and the doctor told me flat out he didn't see anything wrong with me.
And told me that he wasn't going to let me "jump on the Vietnam Veteran bandwagon when all I did was take part in a crappy little war." IE: Desert Storm. He felt I was trying to jump on the "I have Agent Orange" or something like that.
So, over a decade goes by. Every day I puke at least once. It fucks up my teeth (my back molars went first), constantly burns my sinuses, and makes my throat raw.
About 5 years ago, I thought I had a heart attack, and went to the hospital. Nothing was wrong, so they sent me home. About 2 weeks later, it felt like another heart attack, and my heartbeat was irregular and I had most of the symptoms of having a heart attack.
Two years ago, they take a good look at my stomach, and they find this fucked up stomach valve. It's what has been causing my vomiting.
Last year I'm diagnosed with severe emphysema. Really bad. Beyond the pack to half a pack of cigarettes I've been smoking since 1991.
What caused it?
Inhaling stomach acid and acid fumes.
I'm dying, a breath at a time, because my stomach problem was not diagnosed.
I had a fucking doctor goddamn murder me.
Fucking great.
But I went and did my taxes, filed them like a good little boy is supposed to do, and with my RAL in hand, I went out to pay all my bills so that next month I start out flush.
And got called this morning and told that the company that extended the RAL had changed their minds, and H&R Block had no idea what that meant. Do I have to pay back the money? Does that mean that every single payment I made just now bounced? Or does it mean that everything is OK, and the money I spent will be removed from my tax return.
So, stress and anger. Seriously, if you're going to extend the loan, you REALLY shouldn't turn around 24 hours and later and say "Oh, I changed my mind, despite the fact you spend 30% of the money I just handed you."
These new pills make me sick, and for a couple of days I was whipsawing back and forth between explosively angry at no reason, and feeling lethargic and like I wanted to weep.
Well, not angry for no reason.
See, back when I got out of the Army, I went to the VA because I was constantly vomiting. What I ate, when I ate, none of it mattered. I can only seem to hold down about 1/3 of what I eat. Well, when I saw the doctor, they did an upper-GI, and the doctor told me flat out he didn't see anything wrong with me.
And told me that he wasn't going to let me "jump on the Vietnam Veteran bandwagon when all I did was take part in a crappy little war." IE: Desert Storm. He felt I was trying to jump on the "I have Agent Orange" or something like that.
So, over a decade goes by. Every day I puke at least once. It fucks up my teeth (my back molars went first), constantly burns my sinuses, and makes my throat raw.
About 5 years ago, I thought I had a heart attack, and went to the hospital. Nothing was wrong, so they sent me home. About 2 weeks later, it felt like another heart attack, and my heartbeat was irregular and I had most of the symptoms of having a heart attack.
Two years ago, they take a good look at my stomach, and they find this fucked up stomach valve. It's what has been causing my vomiting.
Last year I'm diagnosed with severe emphysema. Really bad. Beyond the pack to half a pack of cigarettes I've been smoking since 1991.
What caused it?
Inhaling stomach acid and acid fumes.
I'm dying, a breath at a time, because my stomach problem was not diagnosed.
I had a fucking doctor goddamn murder me.
Fucking great.
1 scrawlings of visitors:
I lost my mom to emphysema & anorexia. Sue the SOBs who missed this.
Are you on a list for lung transplant? You're too young not to be. My mom was not strong enough by the time it could be done.
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