Proof of what, exactly?
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My ProofOfHealthcare (trust me, it's all one word - how do I know? That's how every billing agent, secretary, outpatient processing service, doctor, and OHP/AFS officer pronounces it) has finally arrived, Just in case I lost ya in the comment, I'll restate this goodness: my OHP ProofOfHealthcare finally arrived. Now all I need to do is hit Forest Grove and the clinic I attend to get a refund on the $15 I paid.

Just at the moment I'm in the middle of a battle. Disgaea is on, the TV is off, and I'm writing because I kinda want to stay AWAKE. See, when I woke up this morning I felt extremely depressed, so I took my celexa and amatryp. However! I woke up twice (not counting this one) and at least one of the times I think I took another dose of each, being confused. *blinks* Soooo... I've got dark circles under my eyes, wet hair and damp skin, and paranoia as well as depression.

Why the depression? Part of it's just a bunch of chemicals fucking with my head, part of it is the simple and painful fact that I CANNOT work yet, part of it is the time and effort I have to put into things just to get health care - TWO WEEKS of trying to get a live human being who actually listens to me, hell, who at least speaks english... *shakes her head*

There's a very large section of Hispanic people around here, to the point where most people working ANYWHERE close to where we live either speak Spanish as their second language or even worse, as their first... and a few of them in drive-throughs speak Taxilinga (...linguia? Bonus points if you know this word, even more if you know how to spell it 'cos I've tried rewriting it a good six times now and it still doesn't look right) and NOTHING else.

Yes, I'm over-fond of brackets. Ryan's on the phone right now and apparently I was sleep-talking or something again. He says that every third sentence made NO sense, and DAMN I wish he'd found a way to record it. It sounded interesting when he quoted bits.

Becca: Today and tomorrow Ryan and I are going to just crash; Friday there's plans but for a couple days Ryan's going to be anti-social and generally Not Available. *shrugs*

Root beer, no pants, and an unopened dekavita C.

Don't ask.

*wanders back in the general direction of bed, hoping her hair's dry now so she won't have to put a towel over her pillows*

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