Governmental Nonsense and Way Too Many Tears

Getting affordable insurance is still insanely hard if you’re chronically ill and unable to work. Part of the problem is that getting disability is hard. If you have income, even if that income isn’t from working, and even if it doesn’t cover all of your bills, you’re sort of shuffled to the back of the line (or so it feels). Disability would qualify me for MediCal which is what I’m trying to get, but I’m $200 over the limit, and that’s enough for them. It doesn’t matter that I can’t pay my other bills, I’m over the limit.

They actually just suggested I decrease my alimony so that I would qualify. Are you kidding me? I’ve already expressed the reality that if my roommate didn’t cover so many of my bills, I’d be homeless already. 

I swallowed my pride and got the information for a charity that helps, and I’m hoping they can provide some help so I can keep insurance for a few more months at the very least.  I also need to talk to my ex at some point, and inform him that I’m changing banks. I emailed him but I don’t know which email he actually uses to be honest. (He has several from when he was cheating, that he still has activated, so it’s impossible to really know what is going on with that. I suppose I’ll have to text him, too.

Funny how part of the divorce agreement was me making sure he knew where I was at all times (phone, email, address), but I don’t get any of the same luxuries.

It’s odd being sick. I took an unexpected 3+ hour nap after trying to write this earlier, because I’d sobbed myself into incoherence. There is a hopelessness once you’re in the disability system. You’re lied to by the ease with which temporary disability can be obtained. When you realize your disability isn’t temporary, and apply for permanent disability, you’re struck with the truth. It takes forever, and the details don’t often make sense.

Now the best way to get MediCal, is to be officially disabled, but hey, fun fact, that process takes, on average FOUR years.

You want less homeless folks San Diego? Help get them enrolled in disability, of some sort, because many have mental health issues or physical issues that, if fixed, would allow them to work. Additionally, let’s get more drug rehabilitation facilities for those who want or need them, because that will also help. And build some affordable housing!

These programs that exist to help, they want you making less than around $1300 a month, which is a glorious theory, but completely unreasonable for San Diego. Now it’s 2am and I’m debating how peaceful my sleep will honestly be, given all the crying I did today (and that unbelievably ridiculous nap. People were actually worried because I just crashed so hard. I think I may have swapped my indica heavy and sativa heavy pens, because OOF.

And before people judge, medical marijuana is literally the only thing that stops the vomiting sometimes. If we find out my GI transit time is slow, but not so slow it can’t be managed, there is a chance I’ll be given IV access for nausea drugs. The only issue is that means life with a needle in my chest. I’ll also likely be running fluids (if I have a say) because drinking less means I can try and eat more, and more of what’s on my nutritional plan, but we will see.

Let’s hope tomorrow (well today), brings less tear inducing drama. 

 

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Governmental Nonsense and Way Too Many Tears