WHAT WORLD IS THIS?
This time of year I always wonder whether I will live through the winter. In some ways I’m in better shape this year because of the roof being reshingled and Dale Frantz spreading the tarp on my garage roof in spite of it being guarded by yellowjackets. The house roof wasn’t really done well or thoroughly around the edges, but it’s waterproof. It was a near “jack” operation, supposedly meant to finance an elk hunting trip.
I’ve had two Covid shots and will get the booster when it is ready. I got tired of bored and obtuse doctors, went online to understand why my metformin was not working properly, discovered that metformin should not be taken for more than a specific number of years — which I had exceeded — and managed to get a new prescription that works much better.
This pitched me into contacting the hospital CEO to do something about docs who refuse their own vaccination, possibly because of early senile dementia. My mental construct of doctors is shattered. When I looked at the websites that accept comments from patients, the comment about this doctor was that he tried to get women to take addictive mood-altering drugs.
The change in medication has meant my body has had to adjust, including my mind. The world looks more different than usual. I figure the thing to do is to sleep a lot and that seems to work. The health industry is in such crisis that it hardly hears what I say. The little clinic down the street I was counting on is now said to be only a bandaid station.
Valier is in better shape than Browning, a town I have technically outlasted since the state of Montana has foreclosed their status as a town. A town is really a small business, a co-operative, run by the people who live there. But people become increasingly reluctant to either finance the necessary infrastructure or to elect representatives to supervise the work. They want to privatize everything so they won’t have to think about it. But then the work either doesn’t get done, or becomes enormously expensive, or is not done in a way anyone likes. People become hypercritical and demanding so that no one wants the elective jobs. The state is constantly nagging about new standards.
This morning has been unreal. Yesterday Facebook went offline for five hours and we suddenly heard that whole countries went onto the internet to do business through that one app. The US is no longer a separate nation, but only one hub in a global world. FB is being devastatingly criticized for constantly riling and baiting people so they will stay online. Youngsters, esp females, can become so distressed that they are suicidal.
In a move that might or might not be related, my little 3rivers rural electric co-op has suddenly broken down. It was planned to go to a new system today, but it’s not working. The techies and experts don’t understand it. Businesses are disabled. We have become deeply dependent on something that is not dependable; in fact, is close to being fantasy. We’ve been walking a tightrope without looking down. When we do, we see the gloating faces of greedy enemies.
When I call the office, they tell me I have no account. I’ve been their customer since 1999. They want my “oral” password, which I luckily remembered, and they will have to reset my online password but they can’t figure out how to do it. The wait time for the next techie helper is one hour. I’ll call back this afternoon.
Circling back to the health issue, suddenly my insurance company calls me and tells me I’m out of my diabetes pills. I am or nearly, but how do they know? Then they say they will connect me to my local pharmacist and they do. She is as confused and surprised as I am, but assures me that they will put my pills in the mail the same as always. All my health indicators are at the high end, but still inside the span of not necessarily needing meds: cholesterol, glucose, blood pressure, oxygen content. I know too much.
At dawn the air was tomato soup with the tomato itself sitting on the horizon as though loath to come up into such a baleful sky. The weather forecaster says the temp today will probably exceed all records for high temp on this date. One could make cracks about hell.
Yet another earnest concerned female whistleblower is testifying about Zuck’s zany swindles. Is she an angel or is she as doomed as all the rest? (Except for the one on the Supreme Court, who went along with the program.) The situation calls for a medieval interpretation.
(I’m not using images now because I’ve been cautioned so much about breaking the laws governing copyright.)
