I'm not feeling well. I've been sick for over a month now. I have a
shitty HMO and can't get a doctor appointment but I shouldn't complain.
I'm lucky to have health insurance. My eyes hurt and when I wake up in
the morning, the world is blurry. Also, my head and teeth grinding all
the time. My asthma's worse. I might as well be a welfare kid born next
to the Port of Oakland the way I'm breathing. I shouldn't complain. I'm
not a welfare kid and I can just use an inhaler instead of going to the
hospital. I'm also coughing like I did when I was a chain smoker. I
haven't smoked since I was 24. That was a bad time for me. I was
married to a cross-dresser and living with my boyfriend's dad, who was
partially toothless and had been crazy since his wife died. He met her
in Vietnam. She was a lounge singer and had seizures sometimes.
Everyone in that house hated me because I wasn't her. That house was
also mildewy and smelled like cat piss. The windows were broken and
prostitutes had sex in the bushes out front. I shouldn't complain but
last night my friends went to the Redwood Room without me, a place
notorious for sugar-daddy-catching and they were offered rides in
personal helicopters and they got blackout drunk on premium alcohol and
I was at home sleeping instead. I really hope this sickness goes away
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