For everyone curious

Just checking in -

I have not gotten started on this journal yet because I'm waiting for the next live journal purge to clear a name that I desperately want. Once that happens I'm going to switch over and start a fresh journal from scratch.

Things are going ok - might still loose my left eye because of hurricane Katrina, right now I look like a Marlyn Manson wannabe because the left is permanently dilated, with so much scar tissue from the infection/inflammation inside the cornea that the pupil refuses to shrink; when it does on occasion it pulls the pupil in oblong shapes. Last week it was stuck in an almost square position - like the slitted pupil of a goat.

EVIL.

Now my new doctor has me on eye drops that keep the pupil constantly open as large as possible, making going outside a painful experience in the least. Wow - an excuse to stay inside and play video games. I'll complain about it later once the pounds start coming back.

I still not decided if I am going to sue my first doctor, I suppose I will if I loose my eye. The emergency room physician told me I had "Pink Eye" gave me antibiotics and sent me home - after a week of it getting worse I went to a opthomologist who was listed on the emergency room referral sheet. Basically he was just a laser eye surgery hack who only got his doctorate to practice in one of those laser eye clinics and I don't think he'd ever seen a real patient before. He'd "Hummmm and Ahh-HA" and see me for 5 minutes three times a week and cheerfully took me of all my FEMA money. 3 weeks later my eye is WORSE.

FUCKER.

Now I'm going to the Kellogg Eye Center - one of the #1 eye centers in the USA. When I went they were so concerned about me that they brought in 3 students (check this out Joe - this guy is FUCKED - you'll never see anything like this again!) and the doctor's BOSS to look at and evaluate me.

Then the boss called in 2 of his colleagues. They are not charging me a single penny because I am a hurricane victim.

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The good news is FEMA is paying my rent for as long as i can get them to as I am "technically displaced" they sent me another 2383$ in rent assistance last week, on top of the 2000$ they sent me a week after Katrina.

Living in New Orleans is paying off, finally, 10 years later.

Signed an 11 month lease with a extremely nice (if hands off) landlord that gave us all September for free. He was going to mail a check to the Red Cross but figured what the hell - I'll give it to these guys and actually SEE something happen to it. Still - living in Ann Arbor isn't cheap - 975$ for a 2 bedroom house in arguably the 2nd nicest neighborhood in the city. It's a college town - and "Mommy and Daddy" pay whatever the landlords charge regardless of the crackhead rates they dream up. Sadly, our neighbors are all University of Michigan college students - who seem to love to scream and drink and celebrate any day of the week that ends in a Y with a party.

Goddamn kids - I HATE being 36 in a college town full of 19 year old nubile girls. Maybe they will think my eye patch is debonair - like a pirate, only more friendly.

Paid a month and half security deposit and October's rent to move in - 2500$ later we're broke again but at least I'm not sleeping on my mom's couch anymore.

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I'm slowly redecorating - but after struggling SO HARD to not loose everything - only to loose everything to a fucking hurricane, the emotional energy required to start over AGAIN just isn't there - but i did get a 19' flat-screen monitor for the CPU I salvaged, I've always wanted one of these damn things, it's real nice.

98% of everything else in the place is my roommate's, which makes me hope like hell she has rent money for November; every day the UPS truck brings more shit for the house, meanwhile - she is complaining that i don't have a bed frame for my futon - as if thats some kind of barbaric 'faux pas'. Yesterday I found my bath towels stacked neatly outside my door - they are no longer allowed inside the bathroom; she has bought me a new fuzzy one that matches the rest of the bathroom decorations.

More later, sorry about the infrequent updates

P.S. My mom remembered my birthday - my dad forgot, hard to tell if anyone else remembered since I can't contact many people and no one knows where I am.

*sigh*

I spent my birthday in bed with a cold wash towel on my face watching Halloween DVDs