Friday, March 27, 2009
I am writing to urge you to not change the current Medicare safety net for IVF.
IVF is crucial for many people out there, who are unable to conceive naturally. Nearly everyone knows someone that has used the IVF system, which is already incredibly expensive to conceive through, even with the safety net, in regards to time and money invested. To take away the safety net would be to take away children from people who are truly willing to endure all the highs and lows of IVF simply to get pregnant.
Once again, I urge you to not change the current safety net when considering what cuts to make in the next federal budget. IVF does so much good, for so many people. It is something that really does change lives, and something that wonderful should not come down to the money needed to make dreams come true.
Thank you for your time,
Thursday, March 12, 2009
** I had my 4th immunotherapy injection today. It hurt like a fucker, and I had a reaction. Twelve hours later, my arm is still swollen and aching. Ter-freaking-rific!
** I got an alarm system and central locking installed in my car today. I've spent the night pressing the lock and unlock button on the remote, just to see where in the house it works from (pretty much anywhere, in case you were wondering). It's wildly entertaining, and soooo dorky.
** I have tonsillitis, a throat infection and an ear infection. Again.
** I brought 8 pairs of socks today. Man, I love me some new socks.
** Collingwood is in the AFL Pre-Season Grand Final tomorrow night ... Go Pies.
** I'm tired, and I'm going to bed. Goodnight!
Friday, March 06, 2009
February 7th, the bushfires get scarily close to our house.
February 11th, I go outside to drive to work and discover that my car has been stolen.
February 12th, my car is found. It has been crashed and dumped.
February 20th, my mum ends up in hospital. She spent the following couple of weeks in and out of hospital.
Last Thursday, the 26th, I drove home to see her.
Today, a speeding fine arrived in the mail. I got caught doing 105 in a 100 zone.
$142 and 1 demerit point.
Thank god February is over.
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
I am writing you this letter to tell you that it’s over between us.
I know that you will be shocked – after all, at the start, we were perfect together. A more perfect couple has never existed, of this I am sure. I rang you, the day my car was stolen. I was confused and stunned, and you were my calm white knight.
Oh, George, how I want to go back to that first day. You whispered sweet nothings in my ear, told me that the insurance claim would be “a piece of cake”, that you’d make it so easy for me. You told me that everything would be okay, George, and I believed you. It would take no time at all, according to you, and I wouldn't have to do anything.
It’s hard to tell when I began to doubt you, George. I’m not sure when exactly, but I soon realised that I was always calling you. You never sent me flowers, you never seemed interested in me. And that's not what a girl wants, George.
Now, I know you're a busy man, George. I respect that. You're busy, and I know that you're not just my claims man, you belong to many others as well. I respect that, and totally understand that. We were never going to be exclusive, you and I.
But to have one phonecall from you in three weeks, to slowly become disillusioned with you, while I dealt with most things on my own ... Well, it quickly became clear to me that you weren't the claims man for me.
So, George, it's over. I'll have my cheque thanks, and then we'll part ways, never to see each other again. Unless you start working for my new insurance company, that is, and I'm unlucky enough to have another car stolen. Thanks for the no help that you gave me, the updates I was promised but never received, and the utter lack of helpfullness you displayed on many occassions. While it was fun, it's an experience I never hope to repeat.
Best of luck George, may you find some new chick willing to believe the garbage you talk.
Bitter and Was-carless-but-now-not,-no-thanks-to-you-George.