This coming Wednesday I'm going to a doctor's appointment to discuss my meds and have them changed yet again because they're like sugar pills to me. Of course, since I'm stuck at a sliding scale clinic and can't afford an actual psychiatrist this is what I have to deal with every three months. Fuck you, Florida. There, I said it.
I mention this because I heard Voldemort is supposedly 'flirting' with Medicaid expansion for the state...yeah, flirting....riiiight. The only way he'd ever allow such a thing to happen is if he finds a way to pocket he'd get from the feds in the process.
Let me put it like this: Meds won't do jack shit for an Aspie on constant edge because they can't find work no matter how hard they try (Yup, that's me). Not being able to make a living or find a source of income will do that to a person, not that many people give a shit about that because they too are hanging on to their jobs by a thread. Can't say I blame 'em when they have their own asses to worry about.
However, these same people also rag on unions and workers for always demanding 'more' while ignoring employers who not only demand more from their workers, but continue to lower their wages and take their benefits in turn. Unions would at least prevent that to some degree. The bosses want their profits and their bonuses yesterday and workers are too scared to fight back. It'll be a while longer before that even begins to change.
As for me....well, like I said, new meds won't change a damn thing, but it's not like I have much of a choice. Anything's better than nothing I guess.
See you around,
Homer