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Friday, 3.2.18
12:49pm
36 years old
187 pounds
Daily coffee intake, in cups: 2.71
Job status: underemployed
Emotional status: underwhelmed
Denver, CO

Reader, the author wonders today if the current state of things is designed to complicate life in such a manner as to keep liquor sales trending ever upward, and mental health professionals in BMWs and furs. Surely if one wanted to make such a case, the evidence at hand would prove more than adequate. The author would like to submit this morning's events as an example.

While the author was once upon a time gainfully employed at a very large IT company that insured his health, dental, and vision, those days have passed. Since then, employment has been gainful enough, but the insurance benefits have not been so easily come by. Without insurance, a primary care physician is not something one is able to have on speed dial, and it is those same physicians whose expertise is needed to procure a physical examination attesting to one's health and strength. Urgent care clinic physicians are reluctant to grant such a physical for this state since they also have to attest to a patient's mental acumen (not unreasonable!) and because they do not know the author from Adam as he walks in off the street, one can see why they are reluctant to do so.

And thus the author finds himself in a quandary, or to be more literary, an O. Henry story. In order to gain employment, a physical is required. Because the author works a job that does not employ him full-time (but oh, do they love to skirt the line, reader. The number 39.6 must be the cause of some sexual arousal among the author's management team. There can be no other explanation), he would have to pay out of pocket for insurance coverage. This would cost five hundred and seventy-one dollars a month, a sum that proves too dear at the moment. So without insurance, there is no primary care doctor. Without the doctor, there can be no attested physical. Without a physical, there can be no upward advancement in employment. Without upward advancement in employment, the author cannot afford the insurance that would grant him a primary care doctor. You see the problem here, reader.

If the current state of things is to keep liquor sales trending ever upward, and to keep mental health professionals in BMWs and furs, then the author finds himself in a very tight spot indeed: abstinence from alcohol is mandatory, and wouldn't you know it? Given the current state of things, the author cannot afford a mental health fucking professional.

Should you need him, the author will be over there in the corner, rocking back and forth, whilst hugging his knees to his chest. Enjoy the weekend, reader. And pray for relief.

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