complaints and accolades

I realize it isn't some moral or parental failing on my own part but I am a little irritated that I failed my one hour glucose test I had to take last week. (it is a test for gestational diabetes) I failed it by just a few points. They have a cut off point and I just barely went over it. So. I have to schedule one of those three hour fasting glucose tests. (party city) I am going to try and get that done early in the morning. I had to do the 1 hour one in the late afternoon. Maybe that contributed to the failing or something. Meh. My iron is a little low, but that happened the last time. Big whoop. Take an iron pill, eat more raisin brain or something. Eating raisin bran is a bit like eating shredded wet blanket. With raisins.
Points to me for being nice to the nurse on the phone. They do have to go through everything even if this is your second time at the rodeo. "yeah yeah I know I have to stay on for eight seconds. See this hat and these boots. I know the deal. I am not some amateur from Kansas City. Now give me my belt." Where did that metaphor go??? My metaphors go weird places. I have never even been to a rodeo.
Really it is the general state of things in the last trimester that make me have very little patience for the world at large. "What? Really? Oh for feck's sake... leave me alone. My hips hurt."

I need to make lists of all those fiddly details of things Baby Biscuit is going to need when she shows up. Most things we have. (the stroller, place to sleep, car seat, a pony...okay maybe not) It is all the accessories (more burp cloths, pacifiers, and so on). And clothes. Like trying to keep track of Barbie's high heels. (eventually all of Barbie's shoes end up going down an air vent or get lost in the garden. This is fact.) Thankfully babies really don't need much. Diapers, a few onesies, a blanket and some means of feeding them.

I watched The Tony's Last night. Hrm. It is nice to see a couple of original musicals in the mix. All right in my heart of hearts when I heard Billy Elliot and Elton John was playing some of the music all I could think was, "oh... so you took some B sides from The Lion King and applied them to this musical. Nice. Just changed things from safari blah blah to striking miners and what not." Though the kids dancing was cute. That one "musical" and I do use quotations heavily with music from the 80s...hrm. yes. well that is different.
It was nice to see some local folk win things. It is fun to say, "look look local boy/girl makes good." I like the fact that Angela Lansbury is still kicking ass and I always enjoy it when people essentially break down on stage when they are so overwhelmed by the moment. I am easy like that.

I need to go and make that appointment. Bugger bugger bugger. I can't really swear or say bugger in front of my kid anymore because he repeats it. My LJ ends up sounding like the mad ravings of someone with tourette's.
fuckadoodle.

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I think I am turning into my late Grandpa. Not only do I yell at the news on a regular basis; I also write to my elected officials on occasion. Who knows how much good it does. But it kind of feels good. As of late I have been following what are the beginnings (again) of potential work toward healthcare reform. It is proving to be a subject that fills me with growing rage. From the personal to the financial, it is one giant ugly mess. I think about my Mother's situation. Her employers (she has to work a few jobs) don't provide health insurance. She makes too much to qualify for po' folk state insurance (and they are about to knock a bunch of people off of the rolls due to a significant budget shortage in our state) and she can't afford to buy insurance. She had some for awhile in the last year due to the whole situation with her foot. (no health insurance and diabetes don't mesh well.) Now she is back with the rest of the 48 million in America who do not have health insurance. I can think of many people I know who are in a similar situation and often minor health matters become more serious because when it comes to paying the electric bill or seeing the doctor -having lights becomes a priority. And I can spout off all the statistics about people filing for bankruptcy because a health situation and the sexy bills ruined them.
Even when you have health insurance like we do; it is such a clusterfuck. That is the only way to describe it. I am cool with co-pays and so on. But the constant extra bills they come up with, the deductibles, the percentages of what they cover -even when it is IN NETWORK... I get angry. I heard this story on the radio about this Canadian woman who had a horrific car accident while living in Canada and since they do nationalized healthcare -she didn't have to think about the bill. She spent her time getting better. She later marries an American and moves down to the States. She can't get health insurance because of the brain injuries and what not as it qualifies as a "pre-existing condition." Mother-fucking pre-existing conditions. HULK SMASH.
Oh those bastard health insurance companies and their pre-existing conditions.
I don't even want to get into how many insurance companies are happy to cover viagra and how many women have to fight insurance companies to get them to cover the cost of their birth control. I admit a growing pet subject of mine is women's health and how screwed over a lot of women get in this country.
And the really evil part is how tight insurance and pharm. companies are with elected officials. It is sickening. So it makes this possible change in how we do healthcare in this country an even more tricky fight.

I am just trying to formulate a rational and thoughtful letter to my Senators (and congressman) that conveys one person's view that they shouldn't compromise too much and how important this reform is for the future of the country. I believe that access to health care is a right and really shouldn't be a means to make money off of people in desperate situations. Really I just don't want to end up using more four letter words than a Redd Foxx record.