Health, wealth, happiness--they don't live here!

The coughing finally has ceased to exist!!!!!! But it was not as if I could enjoy it, oh, no, that would have been to easy. No, now my throat is swollen, my head is congested, the nose is running, I can't talk. So I go to the doctor today. She walks in the door, the first thing out of my mouth was that I think I should have a running appointment weekly, as I have been seeing her so often. She laughed and said yes we have been seeing each other alot.
Then I asked about the ompa loompas wanting to know where they were and when they were going to start juicing me. She kinda looked at me with "hello, is anyone there?" look. I said I was feeling like Violet from Willy Wonka and that my body was blowing up so fast that it needed to be squeezed thoroughly to get the juices out of it. My body hurts like someone has wrapped my body in clear wrap, and yet my body is still expanding. It doesn't have any where to go. My face hurts, probably from the big fucking roll under the chin pulling my skin down, making my eyes close from the strain of the pulling.
I got a call from a collection agency the other day, I was livid. Of course it is from medical bills, always are. I have never went to collections for anything else. I hate the health system here. I mean for fuck's sake, to get an xray now, you go in, they put you in place, place that black board under you, flip a switch, and then take a pic. Okay from here it goes into a computer, not like the technician has a lot to do, but wait! It's going to cost you $500 for a ten minute procedure. Am I pissed? Fuckin A! And to top of the shit, I had paid $100 five days earlier to said establishment. But now that it is in collections, they apparently don't talk. I got upset on the phone, then started to cry and told the lady, as much pain as I was in, I could live off of disability, but no, I want to work, so let's fuck me! She was very understanding, but it wasn't like she could do anything.
Maybe when the cloud disappears around my head, I will feel happy, but so long as I feel like shit, fuck it! I'm going to stay nasty.
Pray for the poor souls in Haiti, what a shame!
love ya
BBB