so, it's my favourite time of year, 
! i really don't like this season in general. people are fake to begin with, but they seem to really push it over the edge around x-mas. they have to get presents for people that they don't normally even hang out with, just to keep that common camaraderie alive. what's even better is when two different people want the exact same thing, but there is only one left. only the strong will survive.
but why now? why can't we all just do nice things for everyone we come in contact with on a daily basis? why is it that the commonest of courtesys are rarely ever executed without some form of reason or necessity? because we are part of a self absorbed society that has to be politically correct, especially when we are actually giving things to others, and even more so in public view. merry fucking ho-ho...
apparently the maui brewing company is denying my claim for worker's compensation, even though i hurt myself at work. what's even worse is that they have cut off my regular insurance, so i have no medical coverage at all right now. i went to pick up a month's supply of three prescriptions and the pharmacist told me that it was going to be 314.75; that's right, 314.75 for 30 days of 3 generic brands...!
i haven't been told that i am no longer employed by the company, but i am so fucking pissed off right now that i can't even call them because i would probably say something wrong and get myself fired. the dept of labor said that they cannot fire me once i started this ball rolling, which it is, but she did say that they do have to continue to pay my regular insurance for at least 90 days from the disability, and that's not until the end of this month.
i spoke with a workers comp attorney on monday, but no retention was made at that time. i was told that he is a great workers comp atty and will not take a case unless he thinks he can win. he said that they are going to try to dispute my claim, saying that it is a recurring condition, and we have to be able to prove that it's not. he is out of his office until friday, when he wants me to call him back. he gave me homework to do: get my original diagnosis faxed over to him from my primary treating physician, because i somehow don't have a copy of it myself, and to speak with raiman about the fact that he knows my injury happened at work. rai is ready to talk to him, but my doctor said i have to fill out a confidentiality release form with the atty first, which i didn't do, so, yea...
the wait sucks. it doesn't even matter what it is that you are waiting for, drugs, money, admission, the electric chair, or in my case, for my atty, who isn't even really my atty yet; it gives you mad fucking anxiety. i think i might need one of those xanax i haven't taken yet, just to calm down a bit. years ago i would have loved to have a script for xanax, but now i don't even want it when my doctor is telling me to take it. i do believe that irony itself is the gravity that holds this world together, or keeps everything grounded, depending on which way you look at it.
as i said previously, i already don't care for or have the x-mas spirit, but add up all of the components above with that little bit of info and what do you get? now, throw in random people all around very excited and nonstop talk about who's getting this and who wants that, lights and decorations, elves and trees, sugar plums and roasted chestnuts, reindeer and most of all, the fucking music, and i am just about ready to go postal...
*deep breath - in, and, out...*
i go see a dr. mastrioni on dec 23rd about a medical marijuana card. that will help, so please cross your fingers for me. i have a referral from at least two of my doctors, and possibly all three! i'm just trying not to get my hopes up too much, because i don't want to be let down. it seems that a majority of the time that i put my faith into something that you think you can trust, i learn another valuable lesson about life; kinda like the way my own employer is taking care of his injured employee who literally bent over backwards for him...
let's move some mountains together.
merry humbug.
aloha.
! i really don't like this season in general. people are fake to begin with, but they seem to really push it over the edge around x-mas. they have to get presents for people that they don't normally even hang out with, just to keep that common camaraderie alive. what's even better is when two different people want the exact same thing, but there is only one left. only the strong will survive.but why now? why can't we all just do nice things for everyone we come in contact with on a daily basis? why is it that the commonest of courtesys are rarely ever executed without some form of reason or necessity? because we are part of a self absorbed society that has to be politically correct, especially when we are actually giving things to others, and even more so in public view. merry fucking ho-ho...
apparently the maui brewing company is denying my claim for worker's compensation, even though i hurt myself at work. what's even worse is that they have cut off my regular insurance, so i have no medical coverage at all right now. i went to pick up a month's supply of three prescriptions and the pharmacist told me that it was going to be 314.75; that's right, 314.75 for 30 days of 3 generic brands...!
i haven't been told that i am no longer employed by the company, but i am so fucking pissed off right now that i can't even call them because i would probably say something wrong and get myself fired. the dept of labor said that they cannot fire me once i started this ball rolling, which it is, but she did say that they do have to continue to pay my regular insurance for at least 90 days from the disability, and that's not until the end of this month.
i spoke with a workers comp attorney on monday, but no retention was made at that time. i was told that he is a great workers comp atty and will not take a case unless he thinks he can win. he said that they are going to try to dispute my claim, saying that it is a recurring condition, and we have to be able to prove that it's not. he is out of his office until friday, when he wants me to call him back. he gave me homework to do: get my original diagnosis faxed over to him from my primary treating physician, because i somehow don't have a copy of it myself, and to speak with raiman about the fact that he knows my injury happened at work. rai is ready to talk to him, but my doctor said i have to fill out a confidentiality release form with the atty first, which i didn't do, so, yea...
the wait sucks. it doesn't even matter what it is that you are waiting for, drugs, money, admission, the electric chair, or in my case, for my atty, who isn't even really my atty yet; it gives you mad fucking anxiety. i think i might need one of those xanax i haven't taken yet, just to calm down a bit. years ago i would have loved to have a script for xanax, but now i don't even want it when my doctor is telling me to take it. i do believe that irony itself is the gravity that holds this world together, or keeps everything grounded, depending on which way you look at it.
as i said previously, i already don't care for or have the x-mas spirit, but add up all of the components above with that little bit of info and what do you get? now, throw in random people all around very excited and nonstop talk about who's getting this and who wants that, lights and decorations, elves and trees, sugar plums and roasted chestnuts, reindeer and most of all, the fucking music, and i am just about ready to go postal...
*deep breath - in, and, out...*
i go see a dr. mastrioni on dec 23rd about a medical marijuana card. that will help, so please cross your fingers for me. i have a referral from at least two of my doctors, and possibly all three! i'm just trying not to get my hopes up too much, because i don't want to be let down. it seems that a majority of the time that i put my faith into something that you think you can trust, i learn another valuable lesson about life; kinda like the way my own employer is taking care of his injured employee who literally bent over backwards for him...
let's move some mountains together.
merry humbug.
aloha.
meow:
That video is great. Thanks for posting it in my blog. I like how its just them chilling in a living room.
meow:
..... and.... Thanks for the comment on my MR set! 
Glad you liked all the fun accessories. They really represent who I am.
Glad you liked all the fun accessories. They really represent who I am.