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I am sitting in the waiting room of Lab Corp right now waiting for my blood draw (with bonus peeing test). I haven't eaten breakfast. I haven't had coffee. These are both cardinal sins in SevLand. It has been an expensive and depressing week for health in SevLand. (edit: I was interrupted for the test and am now happily seated at my desk with coffee post-breakfast.)

Yesterday I took Marzy in for his echocardiogram checkup. His heart murmur has gotten no better; while it's still better than it was at his very first visit (when he wasn't on any drugs or anything), it's worse than his last checkup. The obstruction in his heart is getting worse and the walls of his heart are thickening (from overwork), and while they were examining him they did see one fully stopped beat, which means he is at the maximum dose of atenolol he can be on. The thickening and the obstruction are so bad that they're starting to worry about heart failure and blood clots -- although he is still asymptomatic at home, which is still a good sign amidst all the bad news.

They've put him on another drug, one that will help prevent blood clots. There's a small chance that this new drug will act synergistically with his current dose to improve the murmur - it isn't a proven thing with the drug, but they've seen it happen in a few cases, so it is worth trying. It's an additional $10-14/month I guess (more expensive for humans but apparently I get a break because cats?) and he has to go back in 6 months for another echo.

I was pretty upset yesterday. I cried in the car on the way to giant eagle to get his new drugs, and then accidentally a diet coke from the store while I was waiting and cleaned myself up in the bathroom. My poor little baby and his little broken heart. He is so lucky that I found him and kept him, because i am a crazy cat lady who will pay $$$ to take care of him, and probably no one would have even found it until it was too late. Asshole. I love my cats more than I have loved anything ever and I hate it.

Plus I've got all these medical bills coming in (X-rays haven't shown up yet, but just refilled my inhaler, I look, $120) and physical therapy coming up and I may not be doing a whole lot of anything come September because dollars.

Bodies. Why.

Right.

Oct. 11th, 2006 08:25 am
seventhe: (Seifer: shoot me)
Okay, first off: Ohio? Plz to be stopping with the smear ad campaign, for God's Pretty Sake. Seriously. Look, I know this one guy voted for/against some stuff, and this other guy voted for/against some stuff, and you want to capitalize on that. But those of us with brains can see exactly what the fuck you're doing! It's all just semantics!

"But!" you say. "Who would vote against increased body armor for our troops?!!" Well, I would, if it were attached to a bill with 500 other pieces of shit on it. You're not giving the context of these votes. Am I really supposed to believe that Guy A seriously stood up and was like "I want to take away Ohio jobs"? Cause I bet he DIDN'T. These bills are always attached to other shit. You can't pull one line out and expect to make a case. I'd be just as pissed if he DID vote for that first bill for body armor and "accidentally" passed another 500 bullshit notes with it.

And another thing! It doesn't tell me anything about Guy B if you spend all your time bashing Guy A! If you want to make yourself look good, make yourself look good! Don't do it by putting the other guy down.

This is a real basic lesson that most of us have learned by middle school, the first time we got made fun of for our glasses/chubbiness/clothes/lack of clothes/gender. We go home, cry to Mommy, and Mommy tells us that some people have to make themselves feel better by picking on other people. These people are called "insecure", they're called "bullies", and they're called "too stupid to think of something better". Then we hug Mommy and everything is okay.

SELF ESTEEM, YOU FUCKING POLITICAL PIGS.

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And second off: GOD IN HIS HEAVEN, PEOPLE!

We are NEVER going to win this war with guns and bombs alone.

NEVER.

Unless you plan on annihilating every single person who speaks out against America.

I sure hope you don't.

We AREN'T. This isn't a kid on a playground hurting other people, and you can't solve it with a spanking and a stern talking-to and some grounding. You CAN'T. This is a war about Hurting People, and every person that America hurts just feeds right back into the concept at the center of the entire conflict.

They've declared us the enemy, and I gotta say, we've proven them right. Came over, bombed the fuck out of them, and then stranded everybody (ours included) because Rock Star: Supernova was on cable that evening. Who have we helped? And I mean, actually helped, not just ideologically helped? You can say that a lot of people are better off now. You can say they aren't.

This is a war of IDEOLOGY. It's a war about HATE. And we may not be able to change the hate NOW, but we'd damn well better make sure we change the hate in the FUTURE, or we're FUCKED!

What I want you to say is: There are a lot less people who hate us now. Haven't heard that one yet. Because it hasn't happened.

Here's an idea.

Look, Democrats! Weak on National Security?! I've got your answer right here!

Every penny that goes into this war - and look, I'm not saying we should cut back; I think the amount we're spending is ridiculous, but I also think that the men and women who go to our defense deserve our very goddam best, okay? - but EVERY cent that goes into this war should be MATCHED by a cent that goes into FUNDING GOOD THINGS.

I'm serious. Every dollar that this nation spends on destruction and war should be matched by a dollar spent on reconstruction, rebuilding, advancement. Every single penny spent on negativity should be matched by a penny put into something positive.

Aid. Rebuilding towns. Building new houses. Helping to set up medical centers. Constructing new schools. Helping farmers farm. Helping doctors serve.

Not just in Iraq, or Afghanistan, where we've made our own messes - although these are great places to start. How about Africa? How about Malaysia? (sp?)

I know, I know, America has their own poor. Yeah, but we've got welfare, and systems in place to help those people. As long as those programs are not cut, our poor and needy have a helping hand. The ones in Africa don't.

Although another thing! How about our own fucking inner-city school systems? How about the teachers who are teaching our very own children and living on half of what I make MAKING TIRES? I'm not saying I deserve less money for my education - but they deserve more, WAY MORE.


And hey! If you don't want to go into other countries - if you don't want to get into that mess - how about something that'll help save lives? AIDS research? Cancer treatment? Vaccinations?

Every time America buys a bomb, it should purchase and plant a tree (or several). Every time it commissions a new plane, it should also commission new roads in the Middle East. Every time we upgrade our soldiers' body armor, we should also be sending a child somewhere textbooks and a new school.

This is the only way we can fight an ideology of hatred: prove that we are above it.

So far, America, we haven't.
seventhe: (Lulu: I Hate You)
First off, I am a bad kitty mommy. I need to learn to change Rydia's litterbox way more often than I am in the habit of doing.

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Second, I have a work rant/question, so for those of you who have real jobs, or have worked real jobs, this one's for you...

Although I'd like to state for the record that this does not have anything specific to do with my own job: it is just thoughts I've had, so hey, don't fire me for blogging, jerks. DISCLAIMER!

How come ... you always have the one guy ... that everybody always complains about ... who doesn't do his job / does his job wrong / lies about things / takes credit for other people's work / doesn't listen / has other crap communication skills / fill in the blank ... and everyone knows about it, including the bosses ...

...AND NO ONE DOES ANYTHING ABOUT IT?!

I just don't understand the politics of the workplace, I guess. If someone is difficult to work with, I think they should be called on it. I'm not saying that person needs to be fired or something, but I think the workplace (and the world!) would be a lot better place if people could be fucking honest about how they feel about people without being dicks.

It's called being a grownup!

I always see Person A complaining about how Person B is taking all the credit for their project, or that Person C doesn't ever listen to suggestions anyone else makes, or how Person D is dragging their feet on something in some kind of power struggle, or that Person E isn't doing their part of the work, or that Person F is poisoning Person G behind A's back. And yet Person A isn't ever willing to take the first step and do something positive about it that might actually solve the problem?

Here's how the conversation should go. )

*sigh* I will never understand it, but it's mostly because I don't understand politics, or things like "tact". I tell somebody what I think of them, and if I'm too chicken to do it, I don't go around saying it behind their back because I have no right. Why can't people treat other people like people? WE'RE ALL GROWN UPS!

It makes me wish my job was a comm like [livejournal.com profile] workplace_wank or something. I work with one certain person who would be on it ALL THE TIME.

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