LEIGH.A

I'm self-medicating and watching documentaries.

Fuck my life right now.

coketalk:

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(via ilovereadingandwriting)

He awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful person, to be, as simple as it sounded and as impossible as it actually was, happy. And during the course of each day his heart would descend from his chest into his stomach. By early afternoon he was overcome by the feeling that nothing was right, or nothing was right for him, and by the desire to be alone. By evening he was fulfilled: alone in the magnitude of his grief, alone in his aimless guilt, alone even in his loneliness. I am not sad, he would repeat to himself over and over, I am not sad. As if he might one day convince himself. Or fool himself. Or convince others - the only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad. I am not sad. I am not sad. For his life had unlimited potential for happiness, insofar as it was an empty white room. He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of the bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all. And each morning he would wake with it again in the cupboard of his rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping. And by mid-afternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else, somewhere else. I am not sad.

— Jonathan Safran Foer (via jacquelyn-good)

Had one of the worst days of my life today. Left my job. Don't have another lined up.

Miserable. Fuck.

hollsdabomb:

In my possession! [Even thought it says sold out!]

WANT. I have a coat obsession. Why did I move to Southern California?

jacquelyn-good:

Mackinac Island Sunset

I looooooove Mackinac Island.

american healthcare sucks.

bonifacedrogo:

leighadiemler:

So, my firm is switching health insurance providers and I’m switching from being covered by my mother’s insurance to paying for my own, and it’s ruining my life. Let’s break it down.

First of all, to have access to this shitty coverage in the first place, $40 comes out of every one of my paychecks.

Second, I have to designate one Primary Care Physician who has a contract with my insurance company (meaning I have to switch doctors again because my current one isn’t with the new insurance company). Every time I visit this doctor, it costs me $25.

If, for some reason, I have to visit a specialist of some sort (I need like 5 because my overall health is a mess) I have to be referred to an  insurance company approved physician through my designated Primary Care Physician. Each visit to an approved specialist costs me $50.

If I am admitted to the hospital for any reason, it automatically costs me $300.

Regular prescriptions cost $30/month. My pain medication for my herniated discs costs $50/month.

I hate everything about this.

I want to move to Canada.

If it is so bad, pay out of pocket.

Wait.

It’s NOT as bad as paying out of pocket.

Well if the government provides it, who pays?

The rest of us?

So we have to pay either through an insurance company or through the government, either in premiums or taxes.

Who is more interested in saving money because they can’t just “print it” and they have to report to stock holders, compete in the open market, and provide quality care at a cost?

The insurance companies.

Sorry for your plight, but American healthcare is saving your ass.

Thanks to this complete stranger for raining on my weeks-old pity parade.

And actually, I’d prefer to pay higher taxes and have universal healthcare so I’m not paying ridiculous deductibles in the event of an emergency and watching while my friends who aren’t lucky enough to have insurance go bankrupt from medical bills.

Should I be weirded out that I'm talking to my professor on facebook chat right now?

hellolindsay:

hahaha

Haha. My college profs and I Facebook (s)talk  even years later.

I'm now officially too old to sit cross-legged.

Thank you, 16 years of gymnastics, for letting me know how it feels to be an 80 year old arthritic woman, all before the age of 25.