Fence Riding

I had an entire passage written regarding healthcare and insurance and seeing the doctor. Several of us have been dealing with that and in turn, writing about it. My mom has been dealing with pain, several kinds of pain for a long long time now. But I deleted it. I’m firmly in the camp of “if you have health insurance and are not going to the doctor to procure a healthy future? shame on you.”

I went on to hemm and hawww about this variable and that variable, making sure that I was sitting firmly across the fence, one leg on either side so as not to offend anyone.

Fuck that.

If you have insurance, and you aren’t using it to firmly procure a healthy future:

shame. on. you. peroid.

In other news:

I’ve begun watching Game of Thrones. I plowed through three hours last night. Another hour today. Yeah…it’s as good as everyone has said. I need to get back onto the treadmill while I’m watching. That didn’t happen this morning. Sigh.

Back to work today. My week gears up on Wednesday and doesn’t stop. Weddings both Friday and Saturday nights. I’m getting burnt out on that. But it helps to have the goal of trips to work for. Don’t I say that ever post? It seems like I do. Burnt out. School next week. Arranging meetings with advisors. I was incredibly lazy Monday and Tuesday. I don’t care. That’s pretty much it for my do nothing days.

I bought tickets to see Anthony Bourdain on my birthday weekend. I’ve got tentative plans to be out of town for that, if I do I’ll sell my tickets…but if that doesn’t work out I’ll go see the man tell some stories. It’s the same venue that I saw David Sedaris, and I’m excited.

I love having things on my calendar to look forward to.

4 thoughts on “Fence Riding

  1. Have you seen that picture of Anthony Bourdain where he’s naked except for a giant bone he’s holding strategically? Yeah….

    Let the Festivities begin!

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  2. I went! I went! I needed hand holding via text but I went. I know you are shaming out Of love sis. I get it. It’s not easy to figure out. And it’s scary. I am on it.

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