Grand Central, Morning
I know -- a cliche subject done to death. But man, I can't resist this - especially with the beautifully blown highlights.
2/23/2006
Grand Central, Morning
Grand Central, Morning
I know -- a cliche subject done to death. But man, I can't resist this - especially with the beautifully blown highlights.
Health
I've been in a lousy mood the last few days. Probably caused by my aching back - I definitely pulled something - and I've had to give up the excercise routine for a while. But I also am faced with medical expenses (routine but expensive) that have to do with my medicine for Crohns disease, and a routine colonoscopy that's coming up and a doctors appointment. In case you are reading this for the first time - I've had Crohns for about ten years. It's been in remission for about six or seven years. But I am on expensive medication and I have a high insurance deductible and I have to go through a colonoscopy every year as a preventive measure. The medical stuff hits me this time of year.
The insurance I have is quirky. I need to lay out the money first and then - eventually - I get reimbursed for what they think whatever it is should cost. Anyway - it ain't great, but the insurance is specific to the laws of New York and only costs me $250 a month. On top of that, I need to get some dental work done - and I have no dental insurance.
So that's where the rubber hits the road. If I didn't have health expenses, and if I hadn't bought all the new equipment - and if pigs had wings - I'd be perfectly solvent.
Oh - and about writing this stuff in the blog - who cares anymore. I made a deal with the devil. Bottom line: I put myself on display to sell pictures (years ago).
Kafka has a great story about the artist as a circus freak. Now I can't remember the name of the story. Oh, was it called "A Hunger Artist." Did it have anything to do with what I'm blabbing about? I doubt it. I'm in the mood for some Kafka though.
* * *
But you see - that's why it doesn't pay to really get too worried about this crap. I went to the pharmacy a little while ago to pick up my medicine. Last year, this cost $1200 for a 3-month supply. The pharmacist sees me come in and smiles. "I have good news for you," he says.
He pushes the receipt for the drug in front of me and it is only (being relative) $850.
Wow, say I. That is good news. It went down so much since last year.
And yes - it did. He doesn't know why, but I'm not asking. So I'm starting to feel a little bit better.
* * *
And received two emails about the cause of Crohn's being discovered (The Lancet) and the use of Viagra to stimulate blood to the colon. There's a joke in this somewhere - but I don't know what it is yet.
The insurance I have is quirky. I need to lay out the money first and then - eventually - I get reimbursed for what they think whatever it is should cost. Anyway - it ain't great, but the insurance is specific to the laws of New York and only costs me $250 a month. On top of that, I need to get some dental work done - and I have no dental insurance.
So that's where the rubber hits the road. If I didn't have health expenses, and if I hadn't bought all the new equipment - and if pigs had wings - I'd be perfectly solvent.
Oh - and about writing this stuff in the blog - who cares anymore. I made a deal with the devil. Bottom line: I put myself on display to sell pictures (years ago).
Kafka has a great story about the artist as a circus freak. Now I can't remember the name of the story. Oh, was it called "A Hunger Artist." Did it have anything to do with what I'm blabbing about? I doubt it. I'm in the mood for some Kafka though.
* * *
But you see - that's why it doesn't pay to really get too worried about this crap. I went to the pharmacy a little while ago to pick up my medicine. Last year, this cost $1200 for a 3-month supply. The pharmacist sees me come in and smiles. "I have good news for you," he says.
He pushes the receipt for the drug in front of me and it is only (being relative) $850.
Wow, say I. That is good news. It went down so much since last year.
And yes - it did. He doesn't know why, but I'm not asking. So I'm starting to feel a little bit better.
* * *
And received two emails about the cause of Crohn's being discovered (The Lancet) and the use of Viagra to stimulate blood to the colon. There's a joke in this somewhere - but I don't know what it is yet.
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