So give them blood, blood, gallons of the stuff...

 (Sorry, I needed a nap. A nice 5hr one).

Because I'm anemic and have been trying to supplement with iron, they checked my blood levels after IV placements(I HAD great veins), my hemoglobin level was a 6. They immediately typed me and sent off the order for 2 units. Explains why I was constantly fatigued and winded.

So, I had all the fun of pretending like I was at Mystic Falls, waiting on A- and wondering if there was going to be a shortage because it was taking forever.  There is EXTENSIVE testing and paperwork and approvals and red tape that go along with it, even in a rush. So I sat in my recliner, listening to "Drop In the Ocean" and wondering if Ripper Stefan or just regular Damon were going to show up and share a bag with me.

They didn't.

*Spoilers:

Salvatore brothers are dead, Dude.*

Hospital Food that Americans are not paying for right now? Not bad, but we'll get to that, because I forgot the most important thing g last time.

"Socialist Programs during a shutdown".

So after I had just gotten back to my room, my FANFUCKINGTASTIC nurse Carlen is assessing me and I'm trying to process what is/has just happened, a petite woman with a thick accent waltzes in. I had just met with the chaplains for prayer and my J-team, assuring me that everything was going to be fine.

She doesn't say, "Hi, I'm sorry you're in here, just lost your foot", oh no no no. Nooo-ho-ho-ho-ho.

This woman is uninsured during a government shut-down. You don't get SHIT, even after paying 22 years bi-weekly for other people.

"Hello. I hear you fodder is bleend?!" 

Yes...

"You become caregiver. We find you plan on Marketplace you can afford".

*blink*

Excuse me?!

"Yes, yes. Yoo become caregiver and we find great plan on Marketplace."

Lady, I JUST lost a fucking FOOT. I can't take care of a 76 year old blind man! I can't even take care of a 13 year old cat. I need someone to take care of ME!!!

She leaves quickly, I look at Carlen, she looks at me, i'm on the heart floor. I have my first anxiety attack, I immediately start crying my eyes out. The chaplains return and pray for me. I don't need fucking prayers right now, I need money!! The day before was $5000 alone, I paid a percentage of that which took out my last paycheck.

The doctor comes in because my heart rate is through the roof, Carlen explains what happened. He's on it, ASAP and tells me not to worry. I tell him all i can see right now is dollar signs and my GP telling me to fuck the cost and get there NOW..

So I signed, she leaves, she keeps her fucking job

He says I'm septic. I can't go ANYWHERE and that the goal is cleaning out the infection in my body. That it sounded like I'd had it since September. I needed to rest and get well and they were on it. Everyone said that lady's ass was on the line. Absofuckinglutely ridiculous.

10 minutes later she returns with the form, asking if I have any other ethnicity besides white, everyone keeps thinking I'm Native American, my grandmother told me we were Cherokee but no one else knew what she was talking about. So idk if I am but I didn't want to risk it because I was going through enough. I sign. Still getting bill requests