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Hi, I'm Girl in a Box and I'm on Drugs

Thursday July 22, 2004

 

 

Was back at the doctor's office again on Wednesday.   I have been having a hell of a couple of weeks with allergies and a wheeze that just kept getting worse.  The thyroid wasn't addressed but will be on my next doctor's appointment, August 23rd.  My doctor is good about giving me samples as much as she can.  I walked out with some relpax for my migraines, antibiotics and a steroid inhaler for my lungs, a couple weeks of anti depressants with starter doses so I can get back on Effexor, and also sigulair which is apparently for asthma.  I was a little surprised that she prescribed me it since she didn't really mention that I had asthma during my appointment.  I have a month supply to try out to see if it helps, and also a prescription if I  want to continue.  I doubt I will be able to though because it's 109 bucks a month.   I can't afford to be sick.   The thing that gets me is that if I didn't have a job but had a mailing address I wouldn't have to pay for a dime. 

 

 

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For The Dead
By Adrienne Rich

I dreamed I called you on the telephone
to say: be kinder to yourself
but you were sick and would not answer

The waste of my love goes on this way
trying to save you from yourself

I have always wondered about the leftover
energy, water rushing down a hill
long after the rains have stopped

or the fire you want to go to bed from
but cannot leave, burning-down but not burnt-down
the red coals more extreme, more curious
in their flashing and dying
than you wish they were
sitting there long after midnight