The thing is I couldn’t figure out how to download a picture of confusion (I found one, but can’t figure out how to download it).
But I am confused. Funnily enough, this produces a feeling very like being high. Enough to where I am enjoying it.
Now, I probably shouldn’t be enjoying it while teaching.
Truth is I probably shouldn’t be having it at all. It is because my blood presure is through the roof. Why, you ask. Well, Aetna won’t send me my medicene. I have alerted my doctor, who has called, emailed and done whatever background message magic they are suppose to do, but it hasn’t helped. Aetna, I am sure, clearly hates me and wants to kill me. They have fucked up my medicines pretty consistently.
I am trying to get them to now go to a pharmacy. Of course when I tried this with Exfexor before Aetna called the pharmacy to say no (they really are trying to kill me) despite me saying I would pay for it. But what are you going to do.
If I die, sue the fuck out of them.