Tragic's Wake

Remicade is 5ml per 1kg of body weight, the vials are 100mg, I currently require 300mg or 3 vials per visit. The cost of Remicade is around $1800 per vial. Every eight weeks I have approximately $5400 worth of Remicade pumped into my veins. That rounds off to $35,100 per year for the only maintenance drug that my body can tolerate.

“Sane and intelligent human beings are like all other human beings, and carefully and cautiously and diligently conceal their private real opinions from the world and give out fictitious ones in their stead for general consumption.” ~Mark Twain (1835 – 1910) –this is your evidence as to my sanity (or lack thereof)

History is like that creepy ex who can’t let it go after a decade, who is always haunting you from just behind your back, who finds ways to trash talk you to anyone who will listen, and who somehow still makes you feel guilty years later simply for existing in their presence at the wrong damn time.

I know that learned history is written by the winners but the guilt trips carried on for decades against those who weren’t even alive is wearing thin on me.. I’m starting to think history is written by a bunch of eighth grade mean girls. I’m bitter, and old.  I think we should pass law that only non-medicated schizophrenics can write history, that would make it far more interesting and likely closer to the truth than what any of us would feel comfortable reading..

Facebook: We can rebel, we can fight back, we can simply unplug, though you know as well as I do that nobody will. Instead, we’ll stay logged in and breathlessly refresh our pages to see who is the maddest about the changes, frothing at the mouth with glee as we see rage in the posts of the people we already find insufferable whilst taking a certain satisfaction with our own masochism in the process..

I’d love to be able to say that Google+ is totally all that and some more but sadly, I can’t find anything about it that holds my interest. It has potential, the features are fabulous, the idea seems great in theory but apparently I’m not new-ish minded enough to really get it because it just seems so damn boring to me. We’re all just circling the hell out of people for the sake of circling them, there’s no solid connections that I’ve seen yet and the only real interaction seems to be on posts about the lack of interaction so that’s kinda weird..

I’ve been randomly circled a few times by people who I’ve never met or read in any way, we have nothing in common, they’ve never commented once and when I’ve commented the interaction has totally died right there. I see that a few of them have 5-700+ in their circles and it just reminds me of the frenzy on MySpace when everyone added as many people as they possibly could because apparently numbers matter more than quality, content or interaction..

Region locked content on the internet is uckingfay stupid. I don’t need a passport to visit an American website, why should I be banned from watching stupid video clips?

“Hatred does more damage to the person in whom it is stored than to the person on whom it is poured.” ~very recently, this little message has come to mean a lot to me for reasons I’d rather not rehash, just — pass it on ♥

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