February 17, 2008
Hmm. I seem to have written this post three weeks ago and failed to post it. Here it is, with commentary.
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Okay, I can handle getting a hard drive with all my recovered data on it (thank GOD) in the mail and then discovering that the drive itself is a dud so I have to wait even longer to accomplish anything because of course without several years' worth of accumulated crap I am completely powerless to get anything done at all.*
And even after that happens I can handle going to my neighborhood pharmacy and finding out that my new insurance provider, which I had thought would be much, much better than my hideous old insurance provider, is actually much, much worse when it comes to what I actually need and does things like deciding that the amount of psychotropic medication it takes to keep me from throwing myself under a subway car is really more than I ought to have and that I'd be better off with, like, a third as much.**
But I have to say it would really have been nice if these things hadn't happened immediately after I'd spent 45 minutes in therapy sobbing about how my entire life is a moral failure.***
*This turned out to be incorrect. I was just using the wrong plug for the drive, since evidently I am a moron.
**Three days after writing this I went back to my old hideous insurance company, so now I have all the drugs anybody could ever want.
***This is still a problem. But now that the writers' strike is over I'll be able to deaden my awareness of it by watching television every waking hour.
Posted by Faustus, MD at 03:10 PM
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1) mkf said (on 02/18/08 at 07:23 AM):
and in addition to said psychotropic medication, it goes without saying we've also ordered the equally-essential backup hard drive, right?
yeah, right.
2) TED said (on 02/18/08 at 09:16 AM):
Your reticences to meaningfully split infinitives and end a sentence in a preposition are regrettable, surely, but I wouldn't say that they make your entire life a moral failure.
Well, not to your face, anyway.
3) Faustus, M.D. said (on 02/18/08 at 09:24 AM):
mkf: Shockingly, the hard drive has been attached to the computer and backing up everything on it at 5:00 every morning for days.
TED: I don't know the origin of the libelous claim that I won't end sentences in prepositions, but it's not something up with which I intend to put.
4) initials said (on 02/18/08 at 01:25 PM):
Well, two of these things are wonderful... As horrible as the old insurance may have been, at least they didn't %$#@ with your dosages, which any psychiatrist will tell you is bad juju... Furthermore, self-identified computer ineptitude aside, things seem to be going swimmingly for you in the writing department... As for crying to your therapist, there's bound to be a great deal of turmoil associated with your meds getting ^%$#ed with. Simply ride it out with the knowledge that most people who read this find you rather more than just peachy.
5) David said (on 02/19/08 at 11:53 PM):
Oh please, if you weren't a moral failure I'd never have started reading this blog in the first place.
6) mkf said (on 02/26/08 at 04:26 AM):
ok, i'm torn.
on the one hand, i'm happy to know you're now properly backing up, because god knows all this goodness should be preserved for posterity; on the other, i now have to wonder if perhaps this heretofore-unrevealed tendency to healthy self-preservation on your part is an indication that we're not kindred spirits after all.
[and just so you know: because i'm neurotic (and presently more than a little shitfaced), the thing i always worry about when i venture to comment here--especially in light of the previous sentence (or, for that matter, this one)--is that said comment will be returned to me, corrected for grammar, syntax and construction, and marked with an "f."]
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