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kay_mulanI had coverage from last December to this October, but. *sigh*
I was supposed to see the doctor today, but they had me sign new paperwork saying I was supposed to pay it, and the job I applied for as a Pharmacy Technician did not want me after all, after I went to a job fair, got an account to apply for working for the State of California, took an exam, knew the qualifications were for a high school degree, when I also had credit for three college biology classes successfully, and I have an Associates in Liberal Studies. Idk.
My license has expired, it got revoked because I didn't pay a fee.
*sigh*
So the new paperwork- I can't pay for it and I don't have insurance. But. I had a perfectly good thing without signing up for insurance with a big company when I knew I didn't have to do that, and no it wasn't illegal, I just paid out of pocket. (See, here: https://kay-mulan.dreamwidth.org/223398.html) It says I have to pay, when I showed my court papers saying the county is taking care of my needs through to next summer, to the director of the place I am staying in now.
They applied for benefits and the State of California picks up the tab for my room and board, as I am in recovery, getting back on my feet (literally) and so on and so forth, but now I'm on a national registry getting something like SSI as a disabled person.
I am not a disabled person to me.
I refused to sign up for disability in 2014 even though I was pressured to. A social worker for my case ripped up the form in front of me after I refused to sign it.
Now I am probably on a national registry, which I knew since 2006 would be something I MIGHT NEVER BE ABLE TO TABULA RASA MY NAME OFF OHMYGOD.
So. I have a bed, I have some stuff.
I go to a health clinic for psychiatric meds that I got put on, that I (partially) chose for myself, but.
That means my bromocryptine and my lopid are going to run out soon. So I hope to stay happy and mobile, and limber.
I wouldn't want steroids and chemotherapy for my lupus anyway even if I had insurance.
My grandma wants to "take me back" to the Philippines, whatever that means. But after age 8, and I am now thirty five, California is the only place I know as home since I was a wee little girl.
So. I dunno.
Today I didn't bleed, and yesterday last night was when I noticed I stopped bleeding, and. Praise Jesus.
I know because I searched for the answers that I am bleeding for months, and heavily before Micronor for a loong time, because of my previous thyroid problems and lupus.
And, to top off the epilepsy, I have some major heart conditions which an echocardiogram in 2012 (if you're reading, thank you Eva.) confirmed, so.
I'm not worried. I've got God.
I was supposed to see the doctor today, but they had me sign new paperwork saying I was supposed to pay it, and the job I applied for as a Pharmacy Technician did not want me after all, after I went to a job fair, got an account to apply for working for the State of California, took an exam, knew the qualifications were for a high school degree, when I also had credit for three college biology classes successfully, and I have an Associates in Liberal Studies. Idk.
My license has expired, it got revoked because I didn't pay a fee.
*sigh*
So the new paperwork- I can't pay for it and I don't have insurance. But. I had a perfectly good thing without signing up for insurance with a big company when I knew I didn't have to do that, and no it wasn't illegal, I just paid out of pocket. (See, here: https://kay-mulan.dreamwidth.org/223398.html) It says I have to pay, when I showed my court papers saying the county is taking care of my needs through to next summer, to the director of the place I am staying in now.
They applied for benefits and the State of California picks up the tab for my room and board, as I am in recovery, getting back on my feet (literally) and so on and so forth, but now I'm on a national registry getting something like SSI as a disabled person.
I am not a disabled person to me.
I refused to sign up for disability in 2014 even though I was pressured to. A social worker for my case ripped up the form in front of me after I refused to sign it.
Now I am probably on a national registry, which I knew since 2006 would be something I MIGHT NEVER BE ABLE TO TABULA RASA MY NAME OFF OHMYGOD.
So. I have a bed, I have some stuff.
I go to a health clinic for psychiatric meds that I got put on, that I (partially) chose for myself, but.
That means my bromocryptine and my lopid are going to run out soon. So I hope to stay happy and mobile, and limber.
I wouldn't want steroids and chemotherapy for my lupus anyway even if I had insurance.
My grandma wants to "take me back" to the Philippines, whatever that means. But after age 8, and I am now thirty five, California is the only place I know as home since I was a wee little girl.
So. I dunno.
Today I didn't bleed, and yesterday last night was when I noticed I stopped bleeding, and. Praise Jesus.
I know because I searched for the answers that I am bleeding for months, and heavily before Micronor for a loong time, because of my previous thyroid problems and lupus.
And, to top off the epilepsy, I have some major heart conditions which an echocardiogram in 2012 (if you're reading, thank you Eva.) confirmed, so.
I'm not worried. I've got God.
