My Single Mom Life

I have a bacterial infection in my stomach. Yay for me.
I have been in my bed and the bathroom since Monday.
Puke and shit. Ah, the joys of bacterial infections.
This morning though was the absolute last straw for me though. I couldn't even walk straight when I got out of bed. I was completely dehydrated no matter how much liquids I took in.
Why? Because I was puking and shitting it all out that's why.
So this morning by way of ambulance, I traveled to the hospital where I was poked, prodded and blood drained, sonogrammed for gallbladder issues and other such stomach ailments.
The conclusion is a bacterial infection in my stomach and intestines.
Don't ask me how it got there, I haven't got the slightest clue.
No foods out of the ordinary or anything.

But onto the title.
Medicare part D and you.
Let me just tell you that if Medicare can find a way to fuck someone over on a daily basis, they will find it.
I was given two scripts at the hospital.
One for an antibiotic and the other for a pain med to help me while my stomach does back flips and quadruple handstands with a twist over a pummel horse.
I went to the pharmacy and guess what?
Medicare will not pay for the antibiotic. Not even the generic.
But, they will pay for the narcotic.
At least I won't be in pain as I lay dying in my bed this weekend.

Tell me how fucked up that is.
That's completely, utterly, fucked up beyond belief.
Narcotics, yes, antibiotics to stop the infection from eating you alive, fucking hell no!

I'm off to bed again.
Blah. Rotten fuckers.