Ok, I am sick of this crap. I am 24 years old, and my body is falling to bits. I have migraines, ovarian cysts, chronic pelvic pain that “may or may not be related to the cysts” (quoth my doctor), hip pain for no apparant reason, forcing me to walk with a cane (watch out, whipper snappers!), obesity despite healthy eating habits and a good amount of exercise (until the hip pain set in, which happened to be after I dropped 65 pounds, kinda killing the idea that my joints were simply protesting from carrying so much weight around), and depression (which is understandable, to me; no one should have to live in pain). Top it off with this unhealthy predilection for trying to create grammatically correct run-on sentences, and I am a total mess of a human being.
Now, a great chunk of one of my forward molars just fell out while eating a sandwich. I had dental work entailing a two-tooth filling there years ago (the cavity had invaded both teeth, right in the middle) and the thin edge of the tooth came off.
What the hell? Fucking shit! BAH!
The really shitty part of this is that many of these things are considered ‘preexisting conditions’, making me pretty much uninsurable. I think that paying for treatment outright would be cheaper than insuring myself in that case.
Is is punishment for the life of sin? I’m sorry.
Genes? Damn you, Mom.
Someone let me know when the first human brain is transferred into a new *body so I can sign up.
*Human, please. And female. I dunno if i can handle the male dangly bits.
I’m sorry… it sucks, I know. I’m lucky I just have some sort of minor anxiety-related heart problem (not being sarcastic; as long as I monitor my stress levels carefully I seem to be A-OK.) I get panic attacks and feel like I’m having a heart attack… I do admit it was pretty damn scarey the first time it happened.
My sister on the other hand is 22, has cysts, developed a huge boil under her arm (WTF?) and has had so far uncontrollable seizures, is hypoglycemic, and has a host of other problems. Unfortunately my sister is also a dipshit and insisted on driving her car and not taking her medication regularly like she should, so she’s wrecked two vehicles and cost my parents thousands of dollars plus the medical bills she’ll never pay in a million years, and refuses to move in with my folks so they can care for her (she can’t work), so she’s made her problems a thousand times worse than they already are. Um… yeaaaaah.
Moral of the story is, you may have a lot of health problems, but at least you have your wits and some common sense about you. Which is better than the alternative.
Deva, would it make you feel any better to know that there are some people in the world that have it worse off than you?
I have MS, HepC, cancer-of-the-tit and some other shit that will shorten my life. Fuck it, it’s not about me; it’s about you. It’s your rant, and By-Gosh-Darn-It; you will rant your fill. Losing part of a molar is a bitch, it hurts and costs a great deal of money to fix. You have a right to moan about that.
But, by-God; you’re only 24. Learn to live a little before you give up the ghost. Sheesh!! I’m 47 and I’m railing against the ghost before I give up. Chill, girlfriend, chill. Your skeleton hasn’t been formed yet. Give medival science a chance…
Yeah, but do your leeches jump through a firey hoop upon command? Huh? I thought not!
Deva certainly has a right to bitch, I haven’t walked a mile in her shoes. But I would give the last 10 years of my MS-ridden body to have a year in her shoes. Egads, to be 24 again! I would sell my soul to Ophrah to be 24 again…fer 3.50.
Well, all I have to say is that after a year of now having some undiagnosed mental health condition, ovarian cysts, a gallbladder removal, and unspecified non-responsive debilitating headaches, I think I also want a new body. Then again, I have it pretty…umm…can’t remember if it’s an adverb or adjective that goes here.
Of course, I do have a whole life to live, and I thank goodness all the time that I got insurance before any of this cropped up.
truthbot, that truly sucks, and I would gladly let you run around in my bod for a while if I could. Doesn’t make me feel any better at all, actually, seeing as how neither you nor anyone else with myriad health issues deserves to have to deal with it all.
Just goes further to prove that a lot of good people suffer due to circumstances beyond their control, and well, it just plain sucks.
Makes me want to go off into various other rants on the price of healthcare in the US and sciences being held back by the morals of the powerful, but I don’t think it would fix anything, so I can hold it in.
Life’s hard enough without this shit, and maybe I will be a stronger person in the long run, but all in all, I have to wonder if it’s worth it when I can’t even enjoy my youth.
