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October 4, 2004 Litany of Complaints
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This is what it says: a litany of complaints. Read it if you want to. It's my blog, so I can write whatever stupid crap I want. You don't have to read it, though.
I've been feeling overwhelmed by all the piddly mundane minutiae that everyone has to deal with all the time. Like paying bills, keeping track of what needs to be done, worrying about everybody, trying to stay on top of things.
I'm actually good at staying up to date. I like the tidiness of writing out checks, recording them, setting everything into its proper envelopes, doing the math. But I have lost track. I don't know what Mike and I owe each other anymore. The house is a mess and I don't have an established place to keep envelopes that come in. I forgot to pay my property taxes and have to go down there in person now. If I miss the deadline I'll lose the $400 rebate that the mayor recently voted in.
I lost my state-sponsored health insurance because I didn't get the renewal notice when we moved. I had to go to a hearing to have it reinstated and was turned down because I had missed a deadline about which I knew nothing. Now I have to apply all over again, and it takes about three to five months, assuming I'm approved again, which I may not be because I may make too much money. If I have to buy private health insurance it will cost at minimum $200 a month. I guess I just have to hope I don't get hit by a bus anytime soon. The judge was such a supercilious prick it makes me angry to even have had to deal with him. I've been going crazy urging Mike to look into his own insurance, to at least call Medicaid with our new address, so the same doesn't happen to him, but he has been dragging his feet. Mike has cancer. It's been in remission for two years, but he has cancer. He can't be without health insurance.
This has been the summer of the never-ending houseguests, some of which I was gladder to have around than others, but, loved as they sometimes were, having people around all the time is exhausting, and it means you have to put at least some of your own life on hold. One of our guests later learned she had scabies, an infectious skin parasite, so now I have to wait to see if I got it. If I did, I have to tell my parents, sister, sister's husband, and nephew, whom I visited, that they have to get treated, wash everything they own in hot water, and cover all their upholstered furniture in plastic for two weeks. Nice.
The lights in one part of the house have been flickering on and off. The light doesn't go on anymore in the room I'm in, and sitting only by the glow of the computer screen is a bit surreal. The wall outlet fried the power strip a few weeks ago; it sparked and smoked. I have to call the electrician now. Actually, Mike will call him. I'm thinking of having a programmable thermostat put in in the apartment downstairs, also by the electrician, to try to keep some of the heating costs under control. The tenant would still be able to set it however she wants, and I can't think of any decent way that it could be otherwise. I keep my own apartment at 55, but I can't expect anyone else to do the same, obviously. Last winter there was no one living downstairs, and we were freezing upstairs, but the oil bill was still about $200 a month. I'm a little overwhelmed about what it will be this year. $500 a month? More?
At our old house, which was microscopic, we never paid more than $130 a month for heat. Of course, it was always freezing, but I don't have a problem with that. [You can tell how cold it is in your house when the shampoo turns to jelly....] We once had a visitor say he thought our house was haunted: that was his explanation for why it was so cold. Uhm, have you looked at the thermostat? It's set on 52. Could that be why it's cold in here? I'm sorry, but people are wasteful; a blanket and a sweater are a hell of a lot cheaper than turning up the heat.
There's no light on the porch. So I should have one put in. It goes against every fiber of my being to spend big bucks on something I can just do without. But I feel like I have a certain amount of responsibility to my tenant. Which, of course, I do.
The phone bill last month was $98, of which $77 was local. In New York, you have to pay 9 cents for every local call, including internet dial-up. It appears that we made over 500 phone calls last month. Mike was organizing his Freedom and Peace Festival at the time, so, yeah, he made a lot of calls. Verizon, which is easily one of the most despicable companies on the planet, sent us a "Final Disconnection Notice" when the bill was a mere nine days overdue. I have to get another carrier immediately. This is only the last straw in Verizon's disgusting shenanigans. When we moved, they connected our phone to the wrong apartment, even though the bill they send us actually says "2nd floor," and they said we would have to pay $90 for them to correct their own mistake. When I raised a stink, they said they would waive the $90, but the charge still came on the next bill. When I called again, they said we didn't owe that. It seems to me they had given it a shot, gambling on the idea that we might just pay the fee if they included it on the bill.
A few years ago we, all of a sudden, had a shared party line with another person. You would pick up the phone and somebody would already be on the line. Verizon said it was an internal wiring problem and it would therefore cost $90 to have them fix it. An internal wiring problem? Did they think this other person was hiding in our attic? I took months for them to fix it, and in that time we had to pay for this other phantom person's phone calls. The only conclusion I can come to is that Verizon has a policy by which employees who answer customer calls are rewarded whenever they can extort $90 from a caller. Almost every time I've called Verizon they've told me I would owe $90.
We have to get a CD player because ours broke, even though it's only just over a year old. Electronic products nowadays are so unbelievably crappy. We actually looked at CD players today and they were so junky you could break them just by trying out the display models. For a long time we didn't have a CD player, so in theory I don't have to get one at all. I haven't bought a new CD in over nine years ... well, except for Green Day's latest release, which came out less than two weeks ago and is just so great... [insert loopy grin here]. The computer will play CDs, something I was not aware of until I became desperate, but the speakers are so small it really doesn't sound too great. Mike's stereo, in spite of being over 20 years old and having been knocked around pretty badly over the years, still works [okay, only one speaker works], but it only plays records and tapes. [We have to get a new needle, so actually it doesn't play records right now. Mike's records are so scratched that listening to them is almost funny; on some you just hear random scraps of songs.]
I have to get a new fridge. The door doesn't seal, and pools of water collect at the bottom. Part of the door is held together with duct tape. I'm sure the electric bill would go down if I replaced the fridge, and I plan to get a really small, half-size model. The kind that only goes up to your waist and has no freezer compartment. I just have to do it, but I haven't done it yet.
I normally enjoy trying to live on as little as is necessary, but what that is exactly has become increasingly confusing. I'm actually considering getting a broadband connection, which is pretty much anathema to every belief I have in thrift and simplicity. Ever since we moved, the dial-up connection has been painfully slow. There's something wrong with the phone line, so there is frequent interference and interruptions, and the modem deals with this by slowing to a crawl and proffering constant Cannot Find Server messages. [Again, is Verizon going to fix that? I think not.] My dad is an engineer who worked for a company that makes telephone wires and cables. He said the problem could be anywhere in the wiring connections that run between our phone and the central switching station, so it's really unfixable. My sister justifies my getting a fast connection thus: I could easily make up the difference in cost by selling paintings on ebay, which I have stopped doing because it's just too frustrating to constantly get disconnected and have to start over. [On an unrelated note, my mother just sold a painting she made on ebay for $280, after a bidding war that started at $25! Go, mom.]
Uhm, the end. I haven't run out of complaints but this is plenty long enough for now.
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October 2, 2004 Yeah, I'm Sick, Whatever
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I've been sick and tired for years, both figuratively and literally. I try not to talk about it too too much because, firstly, I don't think it's very decorous to complain and bemoan [oh, woe is me], secondly, it's not that bad, thirdly, I assume people find it tiresome, and, fourthly, for a number of other reasons, but the issue keeps coming up because without mentioning my chronic exhaustion a lot of what I say I do doesn't really make any sense. So I end up writing about it frequently after all; I figure I might as well give an explanation.
Of course, one of the important reasons I am somewhat loath to talk about my health is that I have found from experience that to some it's an engraved invitation for sneering hatefulness. I find that a puzzling reaction. Do these same people also go to hospitals to insult patients lying in their beds? If they assume that I am lying, what benefit do I derive from it? Do they really think I care about whether hateful assholes find me lazy, and I would therefore have to come up with an excuse for them as to why I am not? So, you don't have to read this. There won't be a quiz. If you feel the need to tell me what an asshole I am for saying that I'm sick, knock yourself out.
Supposedly, I have fibromyalgia. I dunno. There are specific spots on the body that really hurt if you just press on them, for no explicable reason: that's the diagnostic criterion, and I fit it. The symptoms are chronic pain in muscles and joints, chronic fatigue, and sleep difficulties, and I have that. Sure, I feel pretty fucking achy and sore most of the time, kind of as if I'd been hiking in the mountains with a backpack full of rocks, but I'm much more debilitated by being exhausted all the time, mostly by never being able to get any decent kind of sleep.
As far as I'm concerned, what I have is purely a sleep disorder. I just can't fall asleep. [Except that sometimes I can, of course: it's not that I don't sleep at all, but it's totally unpredictable.] Even if I go to bed at the same time every night -- and even if I get up at the same time every day -- I may not fall asleep for... two hours, five hours, eight hours, ten hours? It makes no difference how long I've been up, unless it's verging on 30 hours. And even when I do sleep, I still don't wake up rested. I don't know if that's because my sleep is so screwed up all the time that the occasional good night's sleep doesn't have much of a chance to make a dent.
I'm always operating under some kind of chronic sleep deprivation. Doctors, bless their blackened, shriveled little hearts, hate patients who have conditions for which they can offer no treatment, so their solution is to demand you do things that make you feel much worse. Like exercising. Excuse me, but have you ever found that if you were a zombie from sleep deprivation, like if you had been up most nights recently studying for exams, say, that you would feel better by taking a jog around the track? Or would you just fall down in an exhausted heap? Another popular tactic with doctors is to prescribe, over and over, the same drugs that have made you really sick in the past. A couple years ago, a doctor actually sat and named off a bunch of antidepressants -- which are used to treat fibromyalgia, perhaps to useful effect sometimes, I wouldn't know -- until he hit on one that I hadn't heard of. He prescribed it and told me I should take it without investigating it. Right. What do you think I did? Those people are un-fucking-believable.
Any effort that I make uses up what little energy I have, and I feel much worse afterward. And since I can't sleep I have no way to effectively rest, so it takes days of lying around like a wet rag before I feel any better. [When I said this years ago to a doctor who had been insisting on treating me for depression, which I don't have, it was like a light bulb went off over her head: "Maybe you should get a second opinion," is what she said. The second opinion cost me $365 out of my own pocket, and all I got for it was a message from the office assistant saying that the tests came back and I was fine. Hello? Over here? I'm still sick. That was several years before anyone mentioned fibromyalgia.]
I've been to see sleep specialists and read up on the subject, and the only conclusion I can come to is that sleep disorders as such are completely unknown to the medical profession. Recommendations like drinking a glass of warm milk before bed or getting up if you can't fall asleep within 15 minutes are about as useful as trying to empty out the ocean with a teaspoon. A sleep doctor actually told me not long ago that people screw up their wake/sleep clock by staying up too late when they're in college. I graduated from college 19 years ago! Sleeping is essentially involuntary: you can create the conditions that are conducive to falling asleep, but you can't make yourself sleep. So why would it be so improbable for that mechanism to physically break down?
On the bright side, being tired all the time is not terrible. There is no excruciating pain, no gradual and unrelenting loss of function, no mental anguish or disorientation, no painful treatments, hospitalizations, or surgeries. Everybody feels dead tired at least some of the time. Many people are made chronically exhausted by the conditions of their lives, which they are no more able to change than I am able to change my physical condition. I can survive quite well because I have people who look out for me. I have a lot of time to think and a lot to think about. I am incapable of getting bored because there's always something in my head. I live a weird, contemplative, sometimes frustrating but essentially charmed life.
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October 2, 2004 Consumers All, From Richest to Poorest
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A recent article in The New Yorker ["Penny_Wise," September 27, 2004] posits the bizarre notion that the four billion people worldwide who earn less than four dollars a day are a huge untapped market for capitalist corporations. After all, they may be dirt poor, but there are so many of them! The barely-subsisting billions represent a veritable "fortune at the bottom of the pyramid." There is talk of supposed "evidence" which indicates that "poor consumers are similar to rich ones: they like to shop." Of course, if you identify human beings as "consumers," there is little other way to define them except by their shopping proclivities and inclinations. I would think that people like to be able to survive without having to struggle for every crumb. I'm not sure if I would call that a propensity for "shopping."
Furthermore, while "critics of consumer capitalism like to think that consumers are manipulated and controlled by those who seek to sell them things," actually "for the most part it's the other way around: companies must make what consumers want and deliver it at the lowest possible price. In a market economy, the best thing to be -- aside from an oil company, perhaps -- is a customer." If you want to buy crap, and that's what you live for, then, yeah, capitalism is pretty much paradise. But I don't personally think that's what people prefer without having been subjected to a heavy dose of propaganda. The same article states that "Unilever helped create the shampoo market in India, and now owns a large chunk of it." So, if poor Indians were not manipulated by Unilever to want a product they had until then done without, they must have dreamed up their desire for shampoo in their sleep?
Obviously, I would guess that people who are struggling just to survive would like to live lives that are a little less squalid and a lot less backbreaking. Being able to make your hair soft and silky may represent a little bit of joy at a relatively small price. I'm certainly grateful that I don't have to grow my own food or bring back water from a river every time I want to take a bath or wash dishes. I can buy shampoo whenever I want. I can buy canned foods of every variety, a bazillion flavors of ice cream, and shoes and clothes in almost any color and style imaginable. So why advocate against these harmless-seeming treats? Because giving in to the allure of capitalist consumer goods only creates its own never-ending, never-fulfilled treadmill. People in our own society work grueling hours to be able to afford luxuries that have come to be perceived as necessities.
Consumerism is treated by many lefties as a strictly bourgeois issue, one that's only relevant to the rich and middle class who thoughtlessly overspend on needless luxury goods, but corporations know better. Their aim is to make all of us consumers and customers, all the way down to the lowest person on the socioeconomic ladder.
Extremely poor people who are suddenly treated by corporations as valuable customers are not suddenly freer: they are suddenly more exploited, more controlled, and more vulnerable. Not to mention poorer, for having given up what little they had to predators like Unilever.
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