Sick and Crazy

Vol. 1 Issue 35

MONDAY- Once again the blog is late. I am without structure in my life at the moment, and without structure, I slack off. I’m sitting in the park at Union Square. It’s like 28/82 degrees. A perfectly nice day, and for the first time in awhile I cannot think of anything to write.

I read Anna Karenina a few weeks ago but I feel like the last thing we need is another review of that. I read a Sylvia Plath novel that was, as expected, depressing. I’m reading Pynchon’s Mason & Dixon now. It got raves reviews when it came out, but I’m finding it less spectacular than I had expected, although I’m only 200 pages in. I’ve learned that you can’t judge a Pynchon novel this early. I read V last summer and it was way easier. I don’t even really remember exactly what it’s about. Malta maybe?

Why am I writing about such boring stuff? Because lately due to pain I’ve been doing nothing, at least nothing interesting.

Reading on its own isn’t exactly a blog-entry-worthy enterprise, unless I was reading very new and hip stuff and writing reviews about it, which I’m not. I thinking about turning this into a film blog as I’m much more hip to contemporary films than books. But I have a few more rants and stories to finish before that will happen.

For today, when I say that I’ve been doing nothing really what I mean is I’ve been spending hours and hours trying to find some place in this freaking country where a foreigner, without insurance, can get any kind of decent medical treatment.

TUESDAY- Doctor’s appointments and rejection have saturated my life. If anything positive is going to come out of this it’s this: I’m putting together a list of all the research I’ve done so that any non-US citizen living in New York without insurance, or just crappy insurance like mine, can find pain clinics or mental health services that are affordable.

WEDNESDAY- Found a place that does cheap dental work for students so I had my first cleaning and check-up in years today. No cavities.

Probably one of the most uninteresting pieces of writing I will ever do (next week),  but if it helps anyone find pain relief in New York City without insurance, it will be a success. I'm posting for the sake of posting again.