fucking cheap dad!!
- im so stoned off anesthesia still so try to follow
3 weeks ago i got a prescription for adhd meds. i wasnt covered at the time, and they cost $700, but the insurace company would reimburse my dad %100 once the papers go through. but my dad, treating his money as part of his soul, decided on his own without telling anyone that we were going to wait 3 weeks (until now) to get the meds since the papers should be good by now, even though he lead me to believe he was going to get the meds the weekend they were prescibed. now, 3 weeks after they were prescibed, hes saying the papers havnt gone though yet and we're going to wait another 3 weeks to get them filled, just to make sure he can keep his precious money even though he'll get it all back. also, these meds take at least 2 weeks to have any effect, and im being started on a week dose for the first 2 weeks. mid terms start next week, so my meds are already too late to help with those. if have to wait another 3 weeks, im going to be dozing and distracted while im supposed to be studying for finals, never mind the tests, labs and other assignments before.
and the ironic part? hes the fucking one hounding me to get my fucking average up so i can transfer back to the gta and save him more money on rent. last year he didnt even want to buy my textbooks. thank god my mom bailed me out last year and just drove over to finally get my brain meds despite my dad. i honesty think he loves his money almost more than his family.
and you know how people either believe in god or they dont, and nothing you can say will really change their mind? same goes for the above. dont try telling me he values anything more than his money because i honestly dont know and nothing anyone says will have any influence. think im just being dramatic? some of you may know im a diagnosed schizoid, what do you think causes that? (hint: never feeling loved as a kid. how can i compete with dads money?).
oh, and surgery went well. half my face is swollen though.
- im so stoned off anesthesia still so try to follow
3 weeks ago i got a prescription for adhd meds. i wasnt covered at the time, and they cost $700, but the insurace company would reimburse my dad %100 once the papers go through. but my dad, treating his money as part of his soul, decided on his own without telling anyone that we were going to wait 3 weeks (until now) to get the meds since the papers should be good by now, even though he lead me to believe he was going to get the meds the weekend they were prescibed. now, 3 weeks after they were prescibed, hes saying the papers havnt gone though yet and we're going to wait another 3 weeks to get them filled, just to make sure he can keep his precious money even though he'll get it all back. also, these meds take at least 2 weeks to have any effect, and im being started on a week dose for the first 2 weeks. mid terms start next week, so my meds are already too late to help with those. if have to wait another 3 weeks, im going to be dozing and distracted while im supposed to be studying for finals, never mind the tests, labs and other assignments before.
and the ironic part? hes the fucking one hounding me to get my fucking average up so i can transfer back to the gta and save him more money on rent. last year he didnt even want to buy my textbooks. thank god my mom bailed me out last year and just drove over to finally get my brain meds despite my dad. i honesty think he loves his money almost more than his family.
and you know how people either believe in god or they dont, and nothing you can say will really change their mind? same goes for the above. dont try telling me he values anything more than his money because i honestly dont know and nothing anyone says will have any influence. think im just being dramatic? some of you may know im a diagnosed schizoid, what do you think causes that? (hint: never feeling loved as a kid. how can i compete with dads money?).
oh, and surgery went well. half my face is swollen though.
to wake up with smog in your face and cops waking you up ever fawking minute
yuck
i leave tomorow! ha!