Being Amber Rhea

I’ve told it all to Rusty. I’ve told a good chunk of it to Jenny via IM, and hopefully made some sense amid the typos and inevitable disjointedness of IMing while at work. I’ve scrawled some of it in my real journal (that is, until my hand started hurting like hell; I can hardly believe I used to write 20+ page letters to friends, back before any of us had email).

The original placeholder title of this post was “In the VA on July 4th.” As I said on Twitter, the irony was most certainly not lost on me that my dad was in the VA Hospital on July 4th, with much of the place closed down and only a skeleton crew working, and the asshole intern who looked like he just walked off the set of Grey’s Anatomy (but not in a good way) saying they can’t do anything because of the holiday weekend. There were signs everywhere that said, “Our Mission: To Do Everything We Can For Veterans,” and patriotic decorations of the sort you find in elementary schools, with bubbly cut-out American-flag-patterned letters stapled to those big sheets of paper that come on rolls, spelling out, “We Love Our Veterans!”

That is some terrible irony. I guess the only way it could be worse is if it had been Memorial Day weekend.

“Support our troops” means put a fucking yellow ribbon magnet on the back of your SUV (yes, it’s so cliché to even say it at this point, we’ve all heard it before), not actually providing care and coverage to the infirm. Oh right my dad gets a piddly $200 a month benefit from the government for being exposed to Agent Orange in Vietnam; “oops, our bad for exposing you to a potentially deadly chemical; here’s two hundred bucks!”

And leaving the infuriating irony aside, this whole situation has brought out into the light (yet again) the stark, ugly reality of the divide between the haves and the have-nots. We can spend billions of dollars on a wall between the US and Mexico but somehow we can’t figure out how to provide comprehensive health coverage for every citizen. I mean thank goodness for small favors; at least he’s actually registered at the VA at this point (unlike when he had a stroke in 2006, and was treated like a second-class citizen by the staff at Doctors Hospital [coincidentally, also the hospital where I was born], since he didn’t have insurance). He has Medicare Part Whatever - I can’t keep track of all the letters and what they mean. I worked on a program for it back when it first came out in 2005, and I remember thinking, holy shit, if I can’t make hide nor hair of this nonsense then how the hell is someone who’s elderly and unwell going to navigate this fucking labyrinth of bureaucracy? Oh but at least the web site had large type!

Anyway Medicare Part XYZobtwFU will pay for a nursing home - but only for 90 days. Someone explain that rationale to me! Who goes into a nursing home and then, after 90 days, is suddenly fit and well and ready to go golfing!? Or do they just expect you’ll die before the 90 days is up? If not, go ahead and start spending your retirement savings - oh wait, that’s assuming you have any retirement savings. There’s that nasty divide again.

And yet knowing all this, my mom still votes Republican. It baffles.

I don’t know. There’s more I want to say. I’m on an emotional rollercoaster. And there’s this side of me that’s infuriating even myself, where I start to feel selfish (that word again!) for even mentioning this to anyone, like they’re going to think I’m trying to say I’m the only person who’s ever dealt with a family crisis. Now realistically, who would think that? No one. But that’s my mind for you.

I guess one of the good things about going to Augusta this weekend is that I won’t have to see that stupid psychiatrist on Saturday. I really do not like her, but for now she’s the one prescribing my meds. I don’t feel that I’ve been benefiting from talk therapy lately, but that’s another story for another time.

And I have another post about my dad and such in the works which will come out eventually, but it’ll need to be password-protected. And who knows when I’ll get around to writing it.

Oh and also? Preemptively… please, no comments on this post telling me what I should do or who I should call or what I should look into. Unless you know something 100% definitive and can do the work for me? Well, I appreciate that you might mean well and want to help, but no thanks.

Yesterday I went to see a psychiatrist, recommended by the therapist (a licensed clinical social worker) I’ve been seeing. The last time I saw a psychiatrist was when I was in college, and he’s the one who originally prescribed Wellbutrin for me. I don’t remember who prescribed it for me when I lived in Texas. When I moved to Atlanta, my primary care doctor started prescribing it for me, and admonishing me to see a therapist, since I wasn’t going to one at the time. A couple years ago that doctor stopped working after she had a baby, and the doctor’s office assigned me to another primary care doctor for insurance purposes, but I’ve never actually met the guy. Nevertheless, the office keeps refilling my prescription every time I call for refills.

All of this is to say, I’ve been on Wellbutrin now for about 5-6 years, and it’s been working great the whole time. But I knew that sooner or later I would have to see a real live doctor for med maintenance, as it’s called.

And more importantly, for the past several months - okay, going on a year now - there have been times when I’ve felt as if I might be sliding into depression. I can spot the warning signs, and I want to do everything possible to make sure I don’t end up there again; it’s not fun (obvious statement of the year). After talking with my therapist though, we both think it’s more anxiety than depression.

Oh, I should back up: a few months ago I started seeing a therapist again. She’s up in Dunwoody, and it takes two hours out of a workday for me to go see her (her office hours are exactly the same as mine). The office doesn’t file insurance, which pisses me off, because I have to file it myself, and so far I haven’t gotten any refund checks (the first time I mailed in my claims, and later called to see if they’d been received, and was told they had “no record” of the claims… no surprise there). Anyway, I really like this therapist, and I’ve been seeing her every other week; but I don’t know how long I’ll keep it up, with the travel time and the insurance pain in the ass.

There are a few psychiatrists at the office too, and she recommended I see one for a medication evaluation. So that’s what I did yesterday. The doctor decided to keep my current dosage of Wellbutrin and also add a small dosage of Lexapro, which is anti-anxiety medication. I’ll be getting that prescription filled this week, and within a few weeks to a month I should start to see results… hopefully good ones. She said Lexapro can cause nausea; I hope I don’t have that problem.

And can I just say, I am really irritated with therapists’ offices (or any doctors’ offices, but I’ve never known any other than psychologist/psychiatrist offices that act this way) that don’t file insurance for you. My therapist said, “There are just too many different types of insurance.” Well excuse me, that’s why there’s an office staff! My therapist in Texas (whom I loved; seriously, when I moved back to Georgia I wished I could take her with me) worked at an office a lot like this one, and they filed insurance with no problem. I think it’s presumptuous and lazy for them to expect patients to do it. I don’t know if I’ll ever see the refund checks for the appointments I’ve paid for so far, especially the $300 appointment yesterday. It just pisses me off, because I’m paying for insurance but of course they give you the run-around. (Again, why can’t everywhere be nice and responsive like USAA? Sad that service like that is a minority…)

Anyway, that’s that. I know I got off on a tangent, so this is partially an insurance rant and partially an update on my mental health situation. I’m publishing it now… without proofreading!

Sassywho’s post about her two ectopic pregnancies - and how she was treated like day-old shit by the ER staff - has me feeling all shaken up. Not because I’m shocked at the cruelty and mistreatment she endured; but because I’m not shocked, since I know that this kind of thing is all too common, and if anything, it’s the rule rather than the exception.

And I’m angry. And I feel powerless. I hate that feeling, anger coupled with powerlessness. It’s one of the worst, and it usually sends me spiraling down one of those “what the fuck do we do and why are we here?” tunnels - and I don’t like when my train of thought heads in that direction. I don’t like the powerlessness, because it ultimately means the anger usually ends up getting turned inward and is damaging to me, so I usually have to find some other way to deal - such as distraction by focusing on good things. Some may call it sticking my head in the sand, but I call it fucking survival. What the fuck else am I going to do? Sit here and be miserable? Like it or not, I - one person - can’t change the sorry state of healthcare in this country. That doesn’t mean I’ll stop voting for the right people, and donating to the right organizations; it just means, simply, that I don’t have the magic wand I wish I had.

But, that last paragraph was a tangent. The other thing about Sassywho’s post is that it’s quite timely. Because today when we were at the hospital, I was feeling very nervous. Obviously, I was nervous simply because I wanted Rusty to be okay, and it’s hard not to be nervous when the love of your life is having surgery. But I was also nervous for another, more insidious reason: I don’t trust hospitals. I don’t trust the medical establishment in this country, in general.

I was pretty surprised at how friendly and helpful everyone we encountered was, for the most part. Then I was irritated because something that should be the expected default came as a surprise. And, when there was that one nurse in the recovery area who behaved as if we were inconveniencing her with our presence, and seemed to be trying to shoo us out of the place as quickly as possible even though Rusty was barely lucid and in quite a bit of pain - well, I thought, “Yeah, the truth comes out.” That’s how I expect it and remember it, and have experienced it. It goes without saying that the fact that I expect rudeness and dismissiveness is fucked up.

Then I started to wonder, too, if all the other staff members we dealt with - nurses, surgeon, anesthesiologist - would have been just as nice if Rusty weren’t insured. I tried to stop myself from having that thought, because I recognized how unfair it was. And I did get the feeling that many of the people we dealt with, especially the nurses, were genuinely nice, caring people. (They might not even know about patients’ insurance status or financial situation. I don’t know how that works.)

But my mind kept going back to how my dad was treated when he was in the hospital after his stroke last year: like a second class citizen, to put it bluntly. Uninsured and without a stable source of income, they treated him as an inconvenience and a liability. They were trying to get him out of there as soon as possible, and they barely made any effort to pretend otherwise. He stayed in the hospital for a way shorter period of time than he should have. Instead of physical therapy, they photocopied some pages of exercises intended for orthopedic patients and told my mom, “Have him do these.”

My mom has never liked to admit that we’re not the middle-class suburban folks I think she thinks we’re supposed to be. She does that extra-vengeful classism thing that I guess comes out of embarrassment, or guilt, or god knows what. When we were staying at the hospital with my dad, she recounted a conversation with the hospital social worker; she had made sure to stress that while he didn’t have insurance, it wasn’t because he was “lazy” or “a bum.” You know, like those people. The other people who don’t have insurance.

Eh, another tangent there. Point being… well, I don’t know what my point is, really. Just that I distrust the medical establishment in general. This is already long enough, so I won’t even get into the time I was hospitalized for depression in 2001 as a broke, just-married college student. I hope to [insert deity here] that I never have to go to the ER for something as serious as what Sassywho went through, where I literally might die because the people working there are “jaded” and “burnt out.” Excuse the fuck out of me for not giving a good goddamn.

I don’t want to end this on such a pissed off, powerless note, because like I said earlier, I don’t like that feeling, and I don’t want to be passing it along to y’all. So I’ll go stick my head in the sand now, and you do the same if you’re so inclined. Keep voting, writing letters, and donating whatever time or money you can; beyond that? Well, life’s too short to feel powerless all the time. So find the good where you can, and enjoy every nanosecond of it.

This morning I went and got my second shot of the HPV vaccine (there are 3 total). It cost freakin’ $150. That’s what it costs for each shot. When I had my first shot, I was on my old insurance, which I guess covered it, because I didn’t pay $150 for that. But now I’m on new insurance, which isn’t as good as the old one and it’s still not all sorted out (read: clusterfuck), so… yeah. I’ll file it myself, etc., whatever. But this vaccine needs to be much more affordable, for everyone. Rusty’s theory is that it’s supply/demand - right now there’s a lot of demand but not much supply yet, and the price will go down later. I’d like to believe that idea, but I really don’t trust anything having to do with healthcare in this country.

Anyway. That’s my rant for now. I’ll have a post of substance up later today.

Well, I survived the colposcopy and biopsy. Like Laura Fries(.com!) said, the biopsy didn’t hurt, but I did hear the snip, snip, snipping as the doctor cut off part of my cervix. And after that, she brought out some curettes and made with the scraping, and that wasn’t fun. But it didn’t last long, and I had popped some Ibuprofen ahead of time, which probably helped.

I have to go back on August 24th to “go over the results.” My doctor (who’s great; rest assured, Jenny!) said she has everyone come back to get results in person, even if it turns out to be nothing. She said that in my case she suspects it’s something that will clear up on its own; but of course I don’t know for sure yet. After the appointment, Rusty said that all things considered, I seemed in good spirits; which I suppose I am.

I’m working from home today, so I can keep myself well-dosed with Ibuprofen and lie down when necessary. So far the cramps haven’t been too terrible. I’m also supposed to start my period today, and since I can’t put anything in my vag for a week, I have to use pads. When I went to buy some last night (planning ahead!), I was amazed at how small and inconspicuous the packages were - not to mention the pads themselves. They’re so thin and compact, yet still tout “super absorbency.” I guess there have been great improvements in maxi pad technology in the 9-10 years since I last bought them. Maybe self-conscious 13-year-old girls have a slightly easier time buying them these days. (Probably not, though. When you’re 13, you think the whole world is staring at you, no matter what.)

Anyway. Back to work now. I’m moving a little more slowly than usual, but it’s definitely good to be able to work from home.

Argh, why do American hospitals suck so badly? (she asked, rhetorically)

No, I am not in the hospital. I’m just saying.

I do have a rather splitting headache at the moment, though. And a stiff neck that doesn’t seem to want to go away.

One of the “issues of the day,” so to speak, that makes me the most angry, sad, flustered, etc. all at once, is the healthcare issue. It is waaaay up there on the list. When I think or talk about it for too long (and a very short amount of time constitutes “too long” for me), I get so riled up, and just stay in a state of agitation until I manage to shake it somehow. I don’t know what to do with all that energy that the anger and sadness produces in me. I end up feeling so powerless - there’s nothing I personally can do, and I hate that.

I believe that a responsible government, first and foremost, takes care of its citizens. I believe that all U.S. citizens should have access to comprehensive medical care free of charge. I believe this to the core of my being and nothing will change my mind.

I get Molly Holzschlag’s RSS feed. Yes, Molly Holzschlag, the prominent web standards advocate. “What does this have to do with healthcare?” you ask. Well, today I read this in Molly’s feed:

I have no medical insurance and cannot find anyone to insure me. I am a U.S. citizen, so there is no health care for me whatsoever unless I become completely impoverished. But I’m in the middle class, unmarried, and have no access to regular medical care. This problem has gone on for years now, and I believe at the core of my soul that my challenge of this moment, on this day, has everything to do with my nation’s inability to care for its own.

I read that, and now I’m once again filled with that angry energy and nowehere to put it. I want to make it better for Molly, for my dad, and the millions of other Americans dealing with sources of stress that should not exist.

After my dad had his stroke, he refused to go to the hospital, because he knew it would be “too expensive.” For two days he refused, and in the meantime further endangered his own life (for example, he fell getting up out of a chair, as a result of impaired balance due to the stroke) and the lives of others (e.g., my mom’s mental health was absolutely shot; also, he was driving - thank god he didn’t get into a car accident, who knows who he might’ve killed). It took my mom calling me, nearly hysterical, begging me to try to “talk some sense into him” - which I tried to do, but when he spoke to me in response, I could barely make out any words because his speech had become so unintelligible - and an intervention of sorts, to finally get him to go. (The intervention was a friend of the family going over to my parents’ house the following morning to help my mom physically force my dad into the car if necessary, and drive them to the ER.) In the hospital, they treated him like a second-class citizen - which, being without insurance, I guess that’s what he was. These days, my mom’s mental health is slowly improving (I think) - at least, she’s not taking Valium every day anymore - but she has lost about 12 pounds and is getting dangerously thin. And of course the medical bills are sky high.

This should never be allowed to happen in the wealthiest nation in the world.

Good news today:

A federal advisory panel Thursday unanimously recommended that the Food and Drug Administration approve a vaccine that has been shown to prevent cervical cancer, the second most prevalent cancer among women worldwide.

(LA Times via Blog for Democracy)

Well, thank [your preferred deity] that sanity appears to be prevailing. We’ll know for sure in a few weeks, when the FDA makes its decision. The LA Times says, “The FDA almost always follows the recommendations of its advisory panels” - which means if they don’t in this case (as with the Plan B OTC recommendation) we’ll know the reasoning is wholly political. I’d like to think the FDA won’t capitulate to whacko fundies who think an HPV vaccine will cause spontaneous orgies in high schools around the country.

Frankly, if we could prevent one of the leading causes of death in women, I’d be alright with spontaneous orgies. But I digress.

This is excellent news, of course. But figleaf makes a very good point - and this is something that I think needs to be addressed much more than it currently is (which is to say, only on figleaf’s blog). Does labeling HPV as a “sexually transmitted disease” do more harm than good?

Contrary to those who put their political agenda over science by tying it closely to sex, HPV can and often is transmitted nonsexually. HPV…is very contagious. For instance it can be passed from individual to individual, from hand to hand, in a corner store and then passed by the individual, from hand to genitals, in the bathroom. In other words while it *CAN* be transmitted sexually, it’s by no means transmitted *EXCLUSIVELY* through sexual contact.

So what message, exactly, are radicals in and out of the FDA communicating with their censorious attitudes towards an HPV vaccine? I can think of one: if you wind up with HPV you are unclean. And if you’re an upstanding member of your community there are consequences if word gets out that you’re unclean.

This ties in with someone he wrote a few months ago (I can’t find the link now), about reappropriating the “S” in “STD” to mean socially rather than sexually. I can get behind that whole-heartedly.

Now, before anyone goes off half-cocked, don’t think I’m advocating drawing no distinction between, say, the common cold and gonorrhea. (Both are highly contagious and spread through contact, so they’re both “socially transmitted diseases,” right?) Obviously everyone should be educated about the risks associated with sexual activity, and those risks include the possibility of contracting a number of STIs.* But why the need to lump STIs into a dirty little corner, a very specific, confining box of their own, separate and somehow “worse” than other diseases/infections/conditions?

Unfortunately, there is still a stigma against STIs in many people’s minds. This stigma can prevent people from seeking treatment, to the detriment of themselves and their partners; just like how a stigma against mental illness can prevent people from seeking treatment (although I like to think we’ve advanced past that as a society, on the whole). The term “STI” or “STD” is, to many people’s ears, infused with judgement. And it serves no purpose. Who benefits from making a person with an illness feel ashamed, guilty, or dirty because of that illness? On the other hand, who benefits if people feel free of judgement and therefore take preventative measures, and seek treatment when necessary?

* Ed. note: I prefer to use “STI” instead of “STD” because that’s what I’ve observed the medical and sex ed communities using. I don’t know why they changed it from “disease” to “infection,” but I suspect it has something to do w/ wanting to ease a little of the stigma. Does anyone know for sure?

Yesterday Rusty and I were hanging out with some friends and the topic of health insurance came up. One of our friends mentioned the exorbitant amount he and his wife pay every month for coverage (they’re self-employed). In response to the mouth-agape, “holy shit that’s more than some people’s yearly salaries” look on my face, he said, “Well, it’s expensive, but all it takes is one major health crisis for it to pay for itself.” But, nobody should have to take that kind of gamble!! Another friend mentioned not being able to have her baby at the hospital really close to their house because it didn’t accept their insurance. And Monday morning I am going to have to resume jumping through hoops to try to talk to an actual person at my insurance company, to try to find out whether the therapist I have an appointment with Thursday (you know, so I can do something to help myself) is covered.

And what about my dad? He and my mom have been self-employed for almost 20 years. From the time I was about 7 years old onward, we didn’t have health insurance. My mom finally was able to buy it for herself about 5-6 years ago (after having to pay out of pocket for a critical GI surgery in 1997, until the hospital finally just stopped sending a bill). A year or so ago my parets finally got financially stable enough so that my dad could try to buy insurance too. Oh, except when he tried, he got turned down left and right because of pre-existing conditions. So, the health insurance companies basically said, “You’re not in perfect health and therefore you’re too much of a ‘risk,’ so fuck you, even though we are purportedly in the health business and are supposed to be here to help you.” (Which we all know is patently false, of course.) “P.S. Hope you don’t have a stroke!” And then, of course, he did, and from there you know the rest of the story.

As I said yesterday… this is one hell of a country.

And save your bullshit comments about supporting a “free market.” I am so sick of reading that same tripe over and over.

Update on S. 1955, which I wrote about a few days ago. (You know, the one that got a bunch of people in the usual huff about “if people don’t have health insurance they shouldn’t get cancer,” to paraphrase). Well, the bill did not pass! So that means mammograms, pap tests, and other basic preventative procedures are safe (for now). The ACA has a chart where you can see how your Senators voted. Both of the Georgia Senators voted to shit on the health and well-being of their constituents, but whatever, they were outvoted; so that’s a big “fuck you,” Chambliss and Isakson. Thanks for ignoring my letter, but more importantly, thanks to your more sensible colleagues for doing the right thing.

Update: Upon further reading, it looks like it’s not so much that the bill didn’t pass, but just that they voted on whether to stop debate/discussion on it (”cloture”). Caveat: IANAPI (I am not a political insider).

What will it take for everyone to get the message that the U.S. government in its current state doesn’t give a shit about our health (especially women’s health), and get pissed off and start voting for people who actually appear to have some shred of human decency?

The Senate is considering a bill that would allow health insurance providers to be exempt from covering mammograms, colorectal cancer screenings, pap smears, and other preventative measures and treatments. WTF?

Write your Senator via the American Cancer Society. Feel free to tell them that having one’s head perpetually up one’s ass causes cancer.

h/t Darcey

Scientists are leaving the States because of this BS. (Yes, that’s a feature from Glamour. I know, I was surprised, too!) I wish I could find a link to the article I read in Time a few weeks ago, about the plummeting numbers of scientists in the U.S., many of whom are discouraged by the increasing infiltration of politics into their research. Europe and China will have our heads.

Not sure which part to focus on; there’s so much. Doctors being compelled by law to provide medically inaccurate information? Kids being taught falsehoods that pose as sex ed, while at the same time being deprived of facts that could save their lives? “Christians” stalling the development of a vaccine that could prevent cancer? Wingnuts poking their sticky little fingers into all areas of American politics, spooking legislators in a manner reminiscent of Sunni Muslims?

Ah, how about the incessant crusade to control women’s sex lives through forced childbirth… (emphasis mine)

If it had been left up to the FDA’s Reproductive Health Drugs Advisory Committee, American women would be able to walk into any drugstore and buy the emergency contraceptive Plan B over the counter (OTC). When the committee was convened in 2003 to review Plan B, a “morning-after” method of birth control that can reduce the odds of pregnancy by 95 percent if taken within 24 hours of unprotected sex, all 28 members agreed that the drug was safe and effective. The vast majority of them also voted to make it available OTC at any pharmacy.

In 2000 alone, the drug prevented approximately 51,000 abortions, according to a Guttmacher Institute estimate.

You guessed it - religious nutjobs put a stop to all that.

I simply do not comprehend this need to micro-manage the lives of strangers.

Let’s daydream for a minute and pretend EC is available OTC. Tell me how that affects your life. And don’t give me some hippy-dippy bullshit about how the moral decay it represents affects all our lives. I can smell a red herring a mile away, and I want a real answer. So consider the simple scenario. EC is available at your local Walgreen’s. You do not believe in taking EC to prevent pregnancy. Now… this affects your life, how?

Don’t buy it. Don’t take it. No one’s putting a goddamn gun to your head. They still sell Summer’s Eve by the gallon even though research has shown time and time again that douching disrupts the natural pH balance of the vagina and can make you more susceptible to infections. So, when I go to the pharmacy, I walk on by.

When are people going to start demanding that this shit be put to a stop, and accept nothing less than scientifically sound healthcare and education? Not to end on a downer, but I am honestly afraid that it might come to what the article mentions…

[M]any women can’t imagine how these lies could possibly have an impact on them, Trussell says. “The first time one of them walks into a pharmacy and can’t get her birth control pill prescription filled, that will have a wake-up effect. Most won’t feel the effects until these rights are gone — they can’t believe there would be a time when these things would be outlawed. I hope their belief is true, but I’m very worried.”

Ya know, it’d be a lot cooler if we were to make sure things don’t come to that.

h/t Bitch Ph.D.

Recent research (well, research that’s almost a year old, yet somehow I’m only now hearing about it) by the Population Council and other scientists shows that emergency contraception (a.k.a. Plan B) works by interfering with fertilization, not by causing post-fertilization disruptions (such as prevention of implantation). Like regular birth control pills, EC works by preventing ovulation; the study found that it has no effect on an already-fertilized egg.

This news is huge for everyone who supports choice, as anti-choicers will no longer be able to argue that EC is the “moral equivalent” of an abortion. Opponents of EC are opponents of contraception, and any further attempts to conflate the two will only make them look even more ignorant than they already do.

The full PopCouncil report is available as a PDF (see page 3).

(Via UnSpace)

My dad came home from the hospital Monday night. Yesterday a friend of my parents came over and stayed with him for 4 hours during the afternoon so my mom could work; she’ll be coming back today, and I think tomorrow too. He seems to be doing alright - best as could be expected given the circumstances, I suppose. I forgot to mention previously that they also found that he has type 2 diabetes, so he’s on a strict diet and has to have his blood sugar checked once a day. As for effects of the stroke, he mainly just has to work to get his strength and coordination back.

Thanks again to all the people who have made donations and/or offered advice - it means more to me than I can convey. My mom is looking into various payment options, many of which I passed along to her from comments and emails I received. It sounds inadequate, but all I can say is “Thank you!”

As a follow-up to Monday’s post about SB 123, I would like to point out a few things.

• I received a reply from David Adelman’s legislative aide, stating that he plans to vote against the bill. Nice!
• Thomas has posted the letter he wrote to the bill’s sponsors. It’s awesome. Favorite excerpt:
  

  It comes down to this: The health and well-being of my family should never be placed in a balance against the faith and morals of a pharmacist.

  And I’ll be very interested to hear the Senators’ answer to the ED drug question.

• There’s a hearing about the bill at 4:30 p.m., though if you’re reading this right now, you probably won’t have time to get down there.

Required reading for: 1) anyone who thinks the American healthcare industry is doin’ just fine, or should even be allowed to find new and creative ways to screw people over (*cough* hardcore libertarians); and/or 2) anyone who’s ever made a smart-ass quip about depression, thereby proving that they’re an ignorant S.O.B. who doesn’t know what the fuck they’re talking about (redundancy removed).

So, how about I spent $170 on a prescription today? With my old insurance, it was ten bucks, goddammit. I might as well not have insurance at all.

At least I’m making a living wage, though. On minimum wage that prescription would’ve cost almost a full week’s pay.

I have a brief intermission from training; why use it for anything but blogging? Admittedly, this is merely a rehashing of a comment I posted on Tony’s site, but whatever, you know you need your Being Amber Rhea fix. </hubris>

You’ve heard of the proposed HPV vaccine, yes? If so, you’ve probably also heard that certain Christian wingnuts are opposed to it*. Their reasoning? Get ready for some truly bass-ackwards bullshit. They claim that if people get vaccinated for HPV, they will see it as a license to fuck, fuck, and fuck some more.

Now, I don’t know about you, but when I got my tetanus vaccine, I didn’t see it as a license to go dance on a bed of rusty nails.

An HPV vaccine would be particularly useful because approximately 80% of the population is exposed to HPV at some point in their lives, and most people who have it go their entire lives never knowing they have it, because they don’t have symptoms. Without symptoms, HPV is almost impossible to test for. (Gah! I ended a sentence with a preposition!) So people spread it to others without even knowing they have anything to spread in the first place. Furthermore, it is possible to contract HPV without overtly sexual contact, since it’s spread by skin-to-skin contact. But the religious wackos wouldn’t be interested in hearing about the less juicy aspects of communicable infections.

Here’s one of my favorite explanations about the religious right’s position on the HPV vaccine, from the Family Research Council. This was written as part of a “defense” against allegations that their group espouses wholesale opposition to the vaccine.

While we welcome medical advances such as an HPV vaccine, it remains clear that practicing abstinence until marriage and fidelity within marriage is the single best way of preventing the full range of sexually transmitted diseases, unwanted pregnancies, and negative psychological and emotional consequences that can result from sexual activity outside marriage.

Okay, that’s great, sweetie. (Aside: someone named Amber wrote that press release. Nice.) But let’s step out of your insanely simplistic worldview for a second, okay? You can be as pure as the driven snow until your wedding night, and end up contracting HPV from your husband, who never knew he had it. Even if he was a Virgin Soldier until he married you, maybe he and a high school girlfriend let their hormones get the better of them ten years ago and engaged in some “heavy petting,” and bam, he got HPV. I won’t even go into all the other everyday scenarios, like people getting remarried after a divorce, or asinine debates such as whether those who cheat on their spouse don’t deserve the same standard of medical care, because it’s just boring to repeat all that stuff after a certain point.

(I should also mention that this vaccine would only prevent the strains of HPV that can lead to cervical cancer. There are hundreds of strains of HPV, most of which cause no symptoms. Some strains, known as “low-risk” HPV, can cause genital warts in a small percentage of infected people; this vaccine would prevent only “high-risk” strains. This concludes your excessively long parenthetical statement.)

Let’s face it: these religious right folks are anti-sex, and that’s all there is to it. There’s something deeply disturbing about their obsession with sex and their reactionary desire to rid the world of it altogether. It doesn’t matter that all the things they claim will lead to more unwanted pregnancies, more STIs, more (gasp!) pre-marital sex - e.g., comprehensive sex education; access to contraception; safe and legal abortions; etc. - have been shown, over and over again, to decrease all these things, whereas abstinence-only education and a lack of access to contraception increases them. But then, common sense and a basic understanding of causation and correlation is lost on such folks, so what can you do.

* This article, like many written by someone with a religious agenda, is at best grossly oversimplified and at worst downright misleading in its description of HPV. That should come as no surprise, since FUD is a favorite tactic of these groups; but it never fails to piss me off, because it only serves to perpetuate the cycle of ignorance in the general population.

This is going to be one of those lame “someone else wrote a something cool, go read it” posts, because I need to go to bed; but anyway…

Garrison Steelle writes about the new CDC stats on HIV in the US:

I am both disappointed and disgusted by this news. I am disappointed because clearly we are not sufficiently communicating the danger of unprotected sex. I am disgusted because one would have to be an absolute IDIOT to live in this country and NOT be aware of the risks of HIV.

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Can the crap about abstinence; it’s not working. Time to figure out a new plan. Time to begin putting condoms, and instructions on how to correctly use them, in more places, available to more people, and WITHOUT the stigma that picking one up is somehow a violation of some ridiculously antiquated and short-sighted morality.

Take note, people. Sure, it may currently be realistic to argue that one “would have to be an idiot to live in this country and not be aware of the risks of HIV” (although, I would argue that point, actually; but now is not the time to nitpick) - but unless we turn this sinking ship around, that won’t be a valid claim for long. There are those who would turn this country into a fundamentalist theocracy, where any and all mention of safer sex is prohibited, no matter how many people get sick and die because of intentional withholding of facts.

We’ve got to make our voices heard; our opponents sure as hell are. Do you care about your right - and your children’s right - to receive complete, accurate, factual information about sex, pregnancy, STIs, etc.? Then do something. Get involved. Volunteer with, or donate money to, organizations working for responsible, realistic sex education. Hell, start a blog. Just find some way to make your voice heard over the deafening clamor of the theocrats.