I mean seriously! I could be dying here (my new favorite phrase) and I can't get logged into the bank website, or my 401k website, the patient assistance people wanted the rest of the stuff they need from me TODAY! It's stuff I am relying on other people to get for me; I'm not magic!
Oh, yeah, my new favorite word is "effing", as in, "Why does everything have to be so effing hard?"
Calm down people, I'm SLOW...BRAIN SLOW...and STRESSED!! I just feel like screaming today. Well, if I had energy.
Seriously, it would be easier to die next week and not have to deal with all this!! CRAP! I know, no one likes to hear me talk like that, but those are the people who aren't dealing with this!!
I wonder if dying from this is painful. I hear it is. But then they hospitalize (ugh, and catheterize) and drug you up good. At that point, I will insist on Demerol, cuz they are probably going to be afraid to give me morphine after the losing consciousness thing in the hospital. The doctor's notes say it was probably from narcotics. No mention of the Ambien...which is what I think contributed. Well, when I'm dying I'm going to want narcotics, NOT Ambien!
I can't cope with deadlines. I hate finding things. I hate paperwork. I don't know how I am going to pay ANYTHING on short term disability (55% of your pay) OR long term in 2 months, which is still only 60%...whine whine whine....I just don't know how to cope! or what to do! I'm not good at this! DAMN IT!