Let's plug into the randomizer, shall we?

My knee is still... hot.
Aches a bit more than usual.
Kept me awake/woke me up on Friday night.
More than once.
Yay.

I am calling first thing on Monday to file that report. The discomfort and aggravation may subside, it may not. But filing that accident report is probably a smart move.

Although if I seek medical attention, the fuckwits who tried to take my job from me may redouble their efforts. I'd like to see them try. I will raise as large a shitstorm as is humanly possible.


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Speaking of assholes.
There was a recall election in Colorado this past week.
Seems that some legislators decided to fuck the people who elected them (yeah, I know, what else is new??) but the fuck-ees didn't like it. So they performed a lobotomy and excised those assholes. Here's another link, also slanted way to the left. They can slant all they want.

Those "representatives" swore to uphold the Constitution. And didn't.

And the peasants rebelled. Good for them.

I think we're tired of being shit on by the people we elect to represent us. Or at least I know I am.

For me the issue isn't gun control (as it was in Colorado) but the fact that they're completely out of touch with us.

You don't get elected unless you're wealthy and powerful already.
If voting really changed anything, we wouldn't be allowed to do it.
But I am glad that at least in Colorado, there's been a message sent.
And the other "representatives" in other states may reconsider legislation that takes away people's rights.
No, I don't just mean guns.

I got into a discussion in a closed group on Facebook. I knew better. But I tried.
I will work on writing it up for my blog sometime... that's the closest estimate I have for you. I left the group without saying anything. I'm not angry. I'm just... rueful. You'd think I'd know better. I guess not. But I have decided that this is no way to spend my spare time and I'm not going to play anymore.
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I filled up the gas tank in the car yesterday. I think I've filled up maybe 10 times since April. Or 12, since I did a couple fill ups for my trip to Butthump, Oregon in July.

I love that it costs me about 30 bucks as opposed to the 75-80 it cost to fill the old vehicle. I love that I get at least double the mileage I got with the old vehicle. With the savings on gas it has covered the car payment. That is definitely a positive outcome.

The stereo is a nice little thing, I don't have the BOOMBOOM that you hear at stop lights and when people drive through the neighborhood at 2 AM, but I don't want or need that, either.

I love listening to something on my way to work in the morning and on the way home in the morning. I have a ton of stuff on CD, and this car has a little thing I can plug into my mp3 player to listen to what's on there, too. Endless variety, all stuff I like.

Afternoons are usually reserved for conversations with my assistant.
And by the time the afternoon shift is over and I'm on my way home... well, I am pretty much done with noise. Gee, I wonder why.

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I got a call from one of the medical providers who treated me during the emergency visit in April. The doctor from that practice who treated me (introduced himself, ordered a bunch of tests, turned my care over to an amazing nurse, wrote a prescription for anti nausea drugs and signed my discharge papers) charged 800 dollars for his services.

I don't have to pay the entire amount because my insurance picked up quite a bit of it. There was also the contracted deduction/discount to the insurance company. It's 300 and change. (So is the bill from the hospital... separate but equal... haha... 300 and change.) So around $700 dollars remains to be paid.

I made arrangements with the hospital. I explained that during the summer my hours were cut in half. I told them I could guarantee a specific amount per month. They accepted that.

Well, the doctor's billing service informed me that it wasn't enough. That 'we like to have these things paid off in six months.'

I said quite honestly that I'd like that, too. But that it wasn't going to happen.

She said, "Well, I will ask if it's okay."

I told her to go ahead and do that, but the amount I could afford wasn't going to change, and I'd prefer to agree on that amount.

I did not tell her that if it doesn't work, she can just go ahead and turn the account over for collection, but if that happened, they could go fuck themselves. It was tempting. But I didn't. I just sent them a check through my bank. If they cash it, they're agreeing to my terms.

Probably a good idea.

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My mom is going to have the shoulder replacement. She has been in contact with some local friends. One of them has had that exact operation, and is doing really well now. I think it will improve her quality of life, although there's really nothing that can be done for her back, sadly. At least she will have arm movement again.

I've been watching Goodwill for soft cotton pants and extra big shirts for her. I remember what a bitch it was to get dressed after having my shoulder all sliced and diced. I have a little package ready to send. Just waiting for pay day.

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I'm going to stop randomizing and turn off the computer, clear the area around where I sit at the kitchen table and get out my tangly stuff. It really does help me get into a sort of zen state, and I find it endlessly fascinating and soothing. I've done enough little pages of tangle now to fully wallpaper the bathroom. And possibly half the spare bedroom, too.

I hope you're having a good weekend, that you're not wasting time in circular logic trying to reason with assholes, and that you get at least one really good meal in. I'm making lasagna for Sunday dinner. I'm drooling already.