Oh, I don’t mind! Any advice is helpful. :) I’m actually keeping a log of all the advice I’ve been receiving, so thank you very much!
If she hadn’t pushed herself to go to college even though she was already a full-time mom with four (wild) kids, she never would have gotten the job at the hospital. If she hadn’t gotten the job at the hospital, she never would have gotten the hospital’s insurance. If she hadn’t gotten the hospital’s insurance, I would have been out of luck, because up until that point I was covered by the state’s insurance program for under-insured kids. Which only covers you until you’re 18.
Which means I would have been completely and totally screwed by this point, seeing as I’m 18 and still sick.
I’m bringing this up because a few days ago my doctor decided to put me back on steroids. Not something I’m thrilled about, but that’s besides the point. One months prescription of the generic brand normally costs 1,585.59 dollars.Thanks to my mom being an extraordinary, wonderful, courageous person we only had to pay seven dollars, and I’m covered until I’m 26.
I’m not kidding when I say it’s a blessing not to have to also stress out of the cost of my treatment. Being a financial burden would only make things even worse.
Thank you, mom. I love you so much.
Mom: What did you eat today?
Me: Um….a Hershey kiss.
Mom: How many?
Me: Just one.
Mom: You couldn’t have at least eaten a handful?!
My dad is always so frustrated when I vomit. Not because he’s angry that I’m throwing up or making a mess, he’s annoyed because he can’t comprehend how I’m doing it.
“What could you possibly be throwing up? What is this stuff? You haven’t eaten in 36 hours what is there to throw up!?!?”
Bile and saliva, dad.
Lots of it.
Oh wow, thank you for responding so quickly! And thank you very much for the tips; I’ll definitely keep this in mind. And I’m glad to hear it’s working for you - so far all I’ve heard is failure, so it’s great to hear (from someone personally, as opposed to just doctors trying to push it on me) that this isn’t always the case.
By father said I might have to start Humira. We’ve been trying to avoid it (for obvious reasons), but nothing is helping me, and I’m getting sicker with each day. The thing is, I’m sort of terrified by it. Everyone I’ve met and spoken to on the subject has only shared horror stories about how it hurt like all hell, or that it never helped them.
So. Um. I could really use at least someone telling me it’s not nearly as bad as I’ve been hearing it to be. Or at least someone being upfront and honest about it. Please? Anyone?
…and seeing the shirt you bought just a month ago is already loose and baggy.
So for those who don’t know, the other day I made a quick post on my personal mentioning I had dropped six pounds in three days. This morning I checked the scale and I’ve dropped another two. We’re not concerned just yet, because I’m not yet close to being underweight. But it’s still frustrating to have your weight fluctuate like it’s on a pogo-stick or something.
Especially if it directly affects your hobbies. I like to do costuming, and it’s hard to make a costume or cosplay ahead of time when your weight might be drastically different in the time between completion and the event. =\