Everyone knows someone who has a dead beat parent in their life. Usually it is the father, but it can be the mom. I am not being blind to the truth of these statistics. I have just had it up to my mandible with dead beat fathers personally.
Let me illustrate my point with some examples pulled at random from the ether of my existence.
If you aren't taking care of your already begotten children, then don't get the woman that you left the original family for pregnant. I am truly beyond belief upset over a man who left his two biological children and one adopted child completely. And spent years trying to figure out how to screw their mom out of child support while not emotionally supporting them either (contain your shock). And has now knocked up the adulterous hooker he has since married. (Did I mention she was married also when they began their illicit affair). I just want to give some people the back of my hand. I have seen this scenario play out so many times. Daddy leaves family number one, then meets (or already had) woman number 2. If she has kids, he bonds with them and kicks his originals to the curb or they breed a new brood, either way, voila!
Or here is another shining example of daddy done wrong. If you leave your family and do all in your power to not let them know where you are or send them child support, or call them on birthdays or holidays, or won't come see them because you may be arrested upon re-entering the state where your children reside then you are a bad father. Just so we are clear on that one. You are actually just a bad person in my personal, oh so humble opinion.
But, here is the thing. If you know me you know I don't care what you do. If you want to run away and join the circus then do it. But, that is it. You send your child support payments home FOR YOUR KIDS, and you call them, often, to let them know that this is something you had to do for yourself and you love them and it is no fault of theirs. You don't get to start family number 2 just because the new wore off family number 1. And you sure as hell don't get to critique the mothering skills of the woman who is raising your brood to the best of her financial abilities while trying to heal the backlash of the mental anguish you caused your kids by saying, sorry, you're not what I wanted.
If you can't stand to be with your baby mama anymore then be a man and leave her while maintaining the appropriate level of financial and emotional maturity to maintain your relationship with those kids. In other words, don't make me break my foot off in your ass.
I may be crazy, but at least I'm having fun. I'm a lot of things, but least of all is normal. I'm a nurse, teacher, student, drinking, swearing, mother, friend and all around snarky bitch at times.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Saturday, September 24, 2011
The Insurance Company can kiss my ass....
I have diabetes, asthma, hypertension, arthritis, blah, blah, blabbity, blah....right. So, I am trying to be more proactive with my health and take charge of my treatments (with the help of my doctors). I'm not talking about growing out my armpit hair and boiling some tree bark while I visualize my lungs like a big beautiful tree spreading its canopy to the sky. No, I mean real things like losing weight (40 pounds down so far, boo-yah), eating healthier, adjusting my medicines to minimize the poly-pharmacy hell I had come to endure. You know common sense shit.
Now enter the evil insurance company, the insurance which I pay for, which means they work for me, correct? Hell to the no. Now before I start let me say I don't have answers to the health care problems in America. I just work here and try to get through my day most of the time. When and if I have spare time I can reflect and ruminate on solutions for the sorry state of affairs in the modern medical marvel that is our country's health care system.
Here is the latest in a long line of absolute horse shit that I am dealing with. I have diabetes. I was on an insulin pump which cost about $4,500 just for the actual pump, not supplies, not insulin, just the actual little pump that is about the size of a cell phone. Insurance paid for the pump, but not the supplies (about $450 for a 3 month supply) and I had a hefty co-pay of about $45 per month for the insulin. I was able to get off the pump, yippee! Started on oral medications and an injection called Victoza.
Great, or so you would think. I am told by my insurance company that this shot will cost me about $120 per month, but good news I can switch to a different injectable medication and it is "preferred" so it will be cheaper. But, uh-oh I have been on this medication called Byetta and I threw up my soul. I threw up so hard and so often that I began thinking a foot amputation wouldn't be so bad. I threw up so much that I tore my esophagus and started throwing up blood. But the insurance company requires a "trial" before they will think about extenuating circumstances to approve the Victoza. So, I get the Byetta prescription. And that bitch costs $100 per month and the insurance says I don't need the dose the doctor has prescribed so they won't let me have the larger dose. What in the flaming mouth of hell are they thinking?
So, I am going to go get my Victoza. If you see me on the corner trying to hawk my wares, throw a girl some business. I am trying to keep my diabetes under control so I don't have to get a foot amputated. Which, by the way, my insurance company would pay for at 100% without any co-pays or anything. They will pay for the treatment of complications but not for the disease itself. If that isn't ass backwards then I don't know what is.
Now enter the evil insurance company, the insurance which I pay for, which means they work for me, correct? Hell to the no. Now before I start let me say I don't have answers to the health care problems in America. I just work here and try to get through my day most of the time. When and if I have spare time I can reflect and ruminate on solutions for the sorry state of affairs in the modern medical marvel that is our country's health care system.
Here is the latest in a long line of absolute horse shit that I am dealing with. I have diabetes. I was on an insulin pump which cost about $4,500 just for the actual pump, not supplies, not insulin, just the actual little pump that is about the size of a cell phone. Insurance paid for the pump, but not the supplies (about $450 for a 3 month supply) and I had a hefty co-pay of about $45 per month for the insulin. I was able to get off the pump, yippee! Started on oral medications and an injection called Victoza.
Great, or so you would think. I am told by my insurance company that this shot will cost me about $120 per month, but good news I can switch to a different injectable medication and it is "preferred" so it will be cheaper. But, uh-oh I have been on this medication called Byetta and I threw up my soul. I threw up so hard and so often that I began thinking a foot amputation wouldn't be so bad. I threw up so much that I tore my esophagus and started throwing up blood. But the insurance company requires a "trial" before they will think about extenuating circumstances to approve the Victoza. So, I get the Byetta prescription. And that bitch costs $100 per month and the insurance says I don't need the dose the doctor has prescribed so they won't let me have the larger dose. What in the flaming mouth of hell are they thinking?
So, I am going to go get my Victoza. If you see me on the corner trying to hawk my wares, throw a girl some business. I am trying to keep my diabetes under control so I don't have to get a foot amputated. Which, by the way, my insurance company would pay for at 100% without any co-pays or anything. They will pay for the treatment of complications but not for the disease itself. If that isn't ass backwards then I don't know what is.
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