September 2nd, 2003

ringwraith

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so! jenny & i went on adventures (read: she did most of the talking because my face hurt) & it looks like i have temporary medicaid. so that is the good news. it only took like, a trip to the hospital there, a trip to the social security office, a trip home, then a trip back! then they made some photocopies & gave us a letter that meant everything was going to be okay.

but i just talked to the plastic surgeon's assistant, & it looks like i'm not out of the woods yet. he doesn't accept medicaid as payment! the medicaid would cover the anestetics & the hospital room, but thats about it. if paid out of pocket, the surgery is supposed to cost $10,000. so thats no good. then the lady started getting conspiritorial, which was my cue to the fact that now she wanted to talk biz. i guess they can lower the cost to $2,500 "as a courtesy" which is like, awfully fucking polite, huh? & she said what i really need to do is file a police report & get some "victim's" paperwork. like, this will enable the doctor to do my facial reconstruction- maybe then he gets to put the $10,000 as a tax write off, or something? i don't really understand it- i just hope that i understood right when his assistant said "police report + surgery = $0."

i think jenny is enroute to work now, so i will try calling her soon to talk this over with her. i mean, i would rather wait till she came home from work so she could go with me to make the report being as i don't know where to go or anything. also, i stumble when i walk alot. & police stations are open 24 hours, right? i don't know. jenny? made all these soups already for me, & put them in the fridge in like, koolaid containers, labeled "chicken noodle- strained & food processed- just heat up" & things like that. how cute is that?

oh, & as to the matter of the dwindling vicodins, the plastic surgeon is supposed to write me a perscription for those, & then he can either a) call it in, if some event (x) takes place where x is something the assistant can't explain to me, b) write it & fax it or c) write it & i can pick it up at his office.
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ringwraith

alan cumming vs. flight of the bumblebee.

i'm a slut with a warm belly of potato soup & there is no mistaking that fact. that fack that i fell right off the map of the waking world & into a dream coma for a few hours may have contributed to this sort of back-roads-of-lithuania-hooker feeling. i'm in the grimm's faerietales right next to the girls with wings & the speaking trashheap (the trashheap has spoken! meh!). cross index me with grandmother goose between the silver nutmeg & the clock that told the time. i'm so innoccous these days. keep your head down & try to win big on the health care lottery. though i guess soon i'll be seeing the sparkle of the sherrif's tin badge, & then this two-penny villian me is going to be glad of the free "rubberface" disguise.
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modern nazgul

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big exciting day. the cops came over & took my fuzzy crime report. "the big one looked uh, like an ogre with a face made of lumpy pudding? the uh, little one had his hat on backwards?" i did refrain from calling them "houligans" or "hellions" so i think i should be commended for maintaining my gravitas. did this fufil whatever expectations the plastic surgeon had? frankly, i don't fucking know anymore. jenny called & left a message pertaining to the three factors that concern me now. 1. what he wants from us so we don't have to pay him or pay him as little as possible. 2. when we can schedule the surgery. 3. a refill on my painkillers.

then we watched punchdrunk love. i've watched alot of movies lately, but i'm going to comment on this one. i think this clinched it for me being able to say that i do not like this director. the fact that i am unable to commit to the movie until the very end wrecks it for me. that i can't decide to like it or not until the climax is or isn't bleak & postmodern. i don't really know how to phrase it, but i know what i mean. earlier i watched rushmore. should i feel bad for liking it more now that i like the royal tenebaums a whole lot? because i think i do. maybe i don't idolize 15 years old enough. or maybe having a conversation with kaden while i watched it the first time compromised my enjoyment. which isn't to say i didn't like it then. just that i like it better now. anyhow, fuck it.

i'm drinking this crazy mango juice that jenny got me now. one of the premade things in the fridge is this stuff mixed with yogurt into some sort of ambrosial smoothie. also, now that there is a big thing of mouthwash, i've been able to gargle with some vigour. i don't know if i smell any less rank, but i feel like i'm practicing the best oral hygene that i can given the circumstances. also: i wonder if i will inadvertantly grow a beard. a beard is the sign of manhood! or at least, of not being able to shave. which i am not able to do. i wonder if i will get shaved when they do the surgery. maybe they will shave off an entire eyebrow! that would be wicked.

sometimes i'm so tempted to just start pressing on my face. get a feel for the new typography.
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