From Debt to Shining Debt: Adventures in American Healthcare

I had to make an evening visit to the hospital a few nights ago due to persistent symptoms of gaucheness.  Or to put it another way, I was clumsy and hurt myself.  I was making myself a salad and cutting up some green leaf lettuce with a fairly new knife.  I hadn’t had a new knife set in over a decade so sharp knives are still a bit new to me.  I was being a bit quick and careless and I hit my thumb.  I laughed at myself after it happened and just tried to get the bleeding to stop.  It hurt a little but it wasn’t the first time I’d done that (persistent symptoms of gaucheness) so I wasn’t too alarmed until my thumb didn’t stop bleeding about 20 minutes later.  I called my parents to see what the time limit is on when you should call it and just go get stitches – as it turns out the time limit is 20 minutes.

 

 

Tangled Up in Blue

I got a new job.  I started last week.  It’s a manager position.  That’s something to get excited about.  So why have I come home every night and gone straight to bed to sleep off a headache, or grabbed so much food that I know I’ve eaten myself a little closer to death,  or tried desperately to avoid writing this (or anything)?  

Money and Happiness

 

http://worldink.org/2013/07/07/middle-class-revolt/

The old  adage “Money can’t buy happiness” repeats in my head quite often these days.  I’m on the search for a new job to do the same thing I was doing to keep making money to be secure to keep doing the same thing I was doing (rinse, repeat).  But what about happiness?  I used to think that adage was, quite frankly, bullshit.  Rich people can be unhappy.  But that’s because they caught up in rich people drama.