I finally, at long last, have my proper medication in hand after being more than two weeks without it. As of last night though, my psyche was pretty much broken. I was within a breath of telling H to “shut the fuck up and stay away from me,” which is simply not how we speak to each other. But my brain was broken.
In weirdness news, I learned that there’s a way to report people who steal your Tweets. One wouldn’t think stealing Tweets would be a thing, since there’s a simple button that lets you retweet. But for a few months now, there’s a chick who’s been copy/pasting my tweets, putting her initials in front–basically posting Tweets that look like she’s telling me something I just said. But on her feed it looks like it’s her own content. Why would anyone do this, aside from general fuckery? I do not know.
So today, after this person stole and copy/pasted my tweet about (of all things) reporting stolen tweets, I told her that I reported her. She responded as if she had no idea it was unethical to copy/paste other people’s Tweets. She seemed to think that because she tagged me in “her” Tweets, that she was giving me credit.
I had to SMH and laugh, because I have a book client right now who I’ve literally spent hours with, trying to explain Twitter. But they still don’t understand it. I realize that all social media sites have their own idiosyncratic elements that have a learning curve. But really?
Blue Cross Blue Shield can fuck right off, BTW. They decided to stop covering something I need. So instead of it costing $5 a month, the new “uninsured” price is $235 a month. Needless to say, that means I won’t be getting it. I can almost understand why they wouldn’t cover it. But I cannot understand how concentrated hydrocortisone could possibly cost that much. Fucking pharma-bros, all of them! I’m told that in other parts of the world, it’s illegal to make a profit on medical supplies. Seems like common sense, right? Another way the US of A is teh oligarchy. Maybe everyone should shut the fuck up and stay away from me, at least until I feel more like my usual charming self.Tags: h, lj, publishing, sick, the crazy