The pain is never gone, but yesterday it was way in the background. This seems to be on an every other day pain intensity cycle.
As per the last visit to the doctor, before, maybe, she sent psychologists to interview me (possibly it was my doc that did, maybe not; odd coincidence), I was to be on 4x the remedy medicine. But it seems that, maybe, rather than doing her job, and arranging for meds covered under Medicaid, she was meddling in my job. In any case, the meds she proscribed were $100, and not covered. And I'm doing without.
It could be worse. It doesn't matter. I've just re-read the end of Jim Hansen's "Storms of my Grandchidren," and am close to tears with what we are in the final stages of making irrevocable for our next 200 billion children, before all life on earth is extinguished.
There may in fact not be another 100 billion children, maybe not 50 billion, before all of earth is dead. This, and nothing else on earth, is what matters.
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