Just to set the record straight, family, friends, enemies, random strangers reading this blog,
I’d rather work if I could.
Some of you have mentioned privately that I should get my impairments under control, as if I had that capability for all six at any given time.
I’ve been homebound for nearly a year now, and it is driving me goofy.
I’m one of those obnoxious liberals, and yet…
I’d Rather. Work. And. Pay. Taxes.
I cannot do so anymore.
I’ll have some hope for amelioration down the line, but it *isn’t* a matter of conscious choice.
I know they were trying to be helpful and constructive…
But I’m sorry it drives me nuts.
This isn’t about my religious beliefs, or what I think about abortion.
This isn’t about the fact that the public option would still cover exceptions for rape, incest or imminent death of the mother.
This isn’t about the fact that stand alone riders would be available to cover abortions (if women could afford it…and that one writer called planning for a completely unplanned event ironic.
This is about imposing several things…imposing religion on politics, which were separate, last I looked.
This is about persecuting those who request or perform or *refer* to a procedure presently legal under the law, not just protecting those whose consciences are against performing abortions.
This is about making pregnant women’s illnesses *graver,” until they are physically and mentally at the point of death before they can get an abortion.
This is about removing an exception for any and all fetal abnormalities. (i.e. “This fetus has no brain. Your insurance won’t cover an abortion.”)
This is about making employer based plans nervous about carrying such plans and eventually dropping them.
This is about legally putting women back under the thumbs of men.
Griswold is next. I have no doubt.
Health care deformed, not reformed.
Made it out of the house and back for a very very crucial doctor visit today…not a bit of trouble.
It’s been so long since I’ve been outside. (Since August, I think) The sun. Clear blue sky, Green grass without snow…
Man when you don’t see it for awhile you both forget how amazing it is, and cherish it a lot more.
Then, got home, had lunch, and….got sick.
Sigh. Just another heads up from the universe that my chaos is random.