The only thing that could get me out of my sickbed today. The only blessed thing.
Moe Lane
PS: No, not vomiting. Thank God, and not quite.
The only thing that could get me out of my sickbed today. The only blessed thing.
Moe Lane
PS: No, not vomiting. Thank God, and not quite.
Tomorrow morning will be spent at the doctor’s, so that I can get this amateur diagnosis of walking pneumonia confirmed. Oh, yeah, it’s been one of those Memorial Day weekends.
The colds just keep spiraling through the house: kids get it, I get it, wife gets it, kids get whatever the hell my wife also catches in the process, rinse, repeat. So posting may be taking second fiddle to sleep for a couple of days.
Moe Lane
What’s that? “Could my recent downloading Assassin’s Creed IV be affecting this at all?” …Well, you could very well say that; but I couldn’t possibly comment. Also: freaking snipers.
Back when Obamacare was all shiny and new, I was in the habit of calling it ‘health care rationing.’ I did this because I knew that you can’t have ‘less people uninsured’ AND ‘lower prices’ AND ‘improved services’ – and I assumed that the government would choose the first two and let the third go away on the wind. I got out of the habit of using the term ‘health care rationing’ because before the Obamacare launch it became clear that the government wasn’t going to manage ‘lower prices,’ either – and after the launch it’s becoming increasingly clear that they’re not going to manage ‘less people uninsured,’ either. In short: the word ‘Obamacare’ itself is sufficient warning.
But it remains true that we’re rationing care now. Kids’ care, too [link added: sorry!]. Continue reading #Obamacare refuses to pay for sick kids’ care in Seattle, Washington. Like it does.
…No, wait, it’s not a trifecta. I just have a cold that’s making me fall asleep at irregular intervals and the sudden snowfall has delayed my departure to my mom’s for a day. That’s two: three would be if one of the kids… well. Let’s not invite further trouble.
Sorry. Rough night and I’m kind of cranky. Mild to light posting until the end of the week, probably.
…and apparently determined to knock me on my rear, today will be the day that Everything Happens At Once. Supreme Court decisions, Presidential gaffes, wars started and ended, and aliens will descend from the sky in their saucers of light and give us the recipe for nachos that stay crispy all the way to the end.
(pause)
You’re welcome, I guess.
…the kids have brought home yet another 48 hour virus. Joy.
I’m going to go drink some more fluids, now.