I had a very disturbing dream this morning.
Before I describe it, let me be clear that I don't intend to follow up on it.
TRIGGER WARNING:
This is a dream about self-harm in order to traumatize someone else.
Little bit of background. I've been trying to get approved for Trulicity in order to get my blood sugar under control. Oregon Health Plan has refused it repeatedly, stating that there are other drugs on the market which are cheaper. Problem is, those drugs don't work. So I have to take a regimen of two different drugs which are already proven to fail in 90% of diabetes patients before I can get my Trulicity.
Okay, the boring bit is over, I promise. On to the dream.
I got up, and my blood sugar was something ridiculous like 500. I decided enough was enough, took my meds, had my breakfast, grabbed a pistol, and drove down to the local OHP center in Tigard. I got past the guard somehow with this gun, which was apparently made of some magical substance that doesn't show up on metal detectors or X-rays, and made my way to the office of the director of the local chapter of OHP. I told her (I actually don't know if it's a her, but in the dream it was) that since OHP wanted me to die slowly, I might as well die quickly. Shot myself in the head right in front of her.
Again, I just want to share there's no way in hell I would do this, and not just because I'm not allowed to own a firearm. But this is how frustrated I'm getting.
TRIGGER WARNING:
This is a dream about self-harm in order to traumatize someone else.
Little bit of background. I've been trying to get approved for Trulicity in order to get my blood sugar under control. Oregon Health Plan has refused it repeatedly, stating that there are other drugs on the market which are cheaper. Problem is, those drugs don't work. So I have to take a regimen of two different drugs which are already proven to fail in 90% of diabetes patients before I can get my Trulicity.
Okay, the boring bit is over, I promise. On to the dream.
I got up, and my blood sugar was something ridiculous like 500. I decided enough was enough, took my meds, had my breakfast, grabbed a pistol, and drove down to the local OHP center in Tigard. I got past the guard somehow with this gun, which was apparently made of some magical substance that doesn't show up on metal detectors or X-rays, and made my way to the office of the director of the local chapter of OHP. I told her (I actually don't know if it's a her, but in the dream it was) that since OHP wanted me to die slowly, I might as well die quickly. Shot myself in the head right in front of her.
Again, I just want to share there's no way in hell I would do this, and not just because I'm not allowed to own a firearm. But this is how frustrated I'm getting.
