#Cheap car insurance rates

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Affordable Car Insurance Quotes - Compare Rates & Save

Are you tired of shelling out a small fortune for your car insurance coverage? Don’t worry, you’re not alone. Finding cheap car insurance quotes can feel like an uphill battle, but with the right strategies, you can secure the most budget-friendly premiums and make the most of your hard-earned money. In this comprehensive guide, we’ll provide you with the insights and tools you need to compare…

[airbus-a350]

when i said i wasn't interested in any modern cars at all i was lying i had an entire dream about finally getting to buy the latest mazda 3 because i stayed up too late looking at them on donedeal last night going wow only 20k i bet i could find 20k in change in my bedroom somehow

[sanchoyo]

u guys remember how I said I wanted to try and get a car this year as one of my resolutions… after months of researching I think I found the one I want. Finally. I am so sick of reading abt and looking at cars 😭

[todaynewsonline]

Low Cost Auto Insurance

Low Cost Auto Insurance:- Low-cost auto insurance is a vital consideration for many drivers, as it provides financial protection and peace of mind without breaking the bank. Here are some key strategies for finding affordable coverage: Shop Around: Don’t settle for the first insurance quote you receive. Prices can vary significantly between insurance companies, so it’s essential to compare rates…

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Top 10 car insurance companies

In the vast landscape of car insurance providers, selecting the right one for your needs is crucial. With numerous options available, it’s essential to identify the top players in the industry that not only offer comprehensive coverage but also deliver exceptional customer service. In this comprehensive guide, we’ll delve into the top 10 car insurance companies, considering factors like…

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Can Tesla (TSLA) Dominate the American Auto Industry?

Strangely, Tesla (TSLA) could dominate and save the American auto industry with three clever new products. Those products are a $25,000 electric car, a new wall charger, and auto insurance. None of these products is glamorous, but I think they could be game changers. Thus, Tesla could change the auto business behind recognition and make a lot of money. Tesla has plans for a $25,000 economy…

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Why Health Insurance Is Vital?

Why Health Insurance Is Vital? https://insurance-n-finance.blogspot.com/2023/08/why-health-insurance-is-vital.html considering the rising medical expenses, wouldn't you agree that health insurance is indeed a necessity nowadays? But what are the various factors that make it so critical? In this article, we'll delve into why health insurance is vital and how it can save you from potential financial distress. Health Insurance: An umbrella when it rains Health Insurance is like an umbrella that protects us from the rains of potential health crises. It's a safety net that catches us when sudden accidents or illnesses knock us off our feet. The ticket to getting treated without worrying about the cost. Is there really any price tag on peace of mind? The High Costs of Healthcare Without health insurance, medical treatments can result in large bills, often leading to financial distress. The cost of hospitalization, surgeries, medications, and post-treatment care can all add up, burning a hole in your pocket. Even a simple health check-up could set you back a significant amount. Can you imagine falling sick and immediately thinking about the monetary toll it’s going to take on you? Unexpected Health Crises Life is full of uncertainties, and health issues can strike when least expected. Would you not prefer to be prepared for such circumstances rather than face a financial crisis? Health insurance acts as a buffer against sudden medical emergencies, ensuring you do not have to dip into your savings. Covers a Wide Range of Health Issues Many health insurance plans offer a comprehensive coverage range - including hospitalization, routine check-ups, preventive care, and even critical illnesses. Isn't it comforting to know you're prepared for a myriad of health complications? In Conclusion Given the unpredictability of life and increasing healthcare costs, health insurance isn't a luxury – it's a necessity. It provides financial protection, assurance during emergencies, and comprehensive coverage, making it an integral part of financial planning. Looking after your health shouldn't cause you financial stress. It's an investment in a secure and worry-free future. After all, your health is your wealth, right? via Insurance & Finance http://insurance-n-finance.blogspot.com/ August 27, 2023 at 06:48AM

[lifeandinsurances]

Simple points to cut your car insurance rates

With regards to auto protection, Perth drivers are all very much aware this can be a standout amongst the most unreasonable parts of vehicle proprietorship. While essential auto protection is required, regularly the expense of the vehicle and the measure of exceptional fund warrants an all the more unreasonable and far reaching level of spread. Luckily, there are various approaches to cut the expense of auto protection, Western Australia drivers can profit by.

Alter Your Excess: A standout amongst the best approaches to lessen the expense of auto insurance online, Perth drivers ought to consider is to modify your arrangement overabundance. On the off chance that you decide on a higher overabundance, it could have a huge impact of decreasing the expense of your approach. While you have to approach this procedure with a little thought to guarantee that it is still monetarily reasonable in the occasion of a mischance, you will find that you can quickly profit by this.

Survey Your Coverage: While extensive protection is a smart thought in the event that you have a more up to date vehicle with exceptional account, it is regularly restrictive on the off chance that you have a more seasoned auto. On the off chance that the estimation of your auto is not that high, you may find that you are paying great over the chances on an exhaustive arrangement. You have to evaluate your scope and decide how much the strategy would pay out in the occasion the vehicle is composed off. In the event that after the abundance, you would just be left with several hundred dollars, it may not be worth paying for the additional scope.

Advise the Company About Anti Theft Devices: Most cutting edge autos as of now have aloof and dynamic hostile to burglary and well being frameworks fitted as standard. While the back up plan is prone to as of now know about standard components on your vehicle, it is still worth telling them the particular gadgets. This is particularly the case on the off chance that you have had an after sales gadget fitted. You might be wonderfully astonished at the rebate you can meet all requirements for as your vehicle has a diminished shot of being stolen.

Avoid Drivers: While you may have high schoolers in your family who might love to drive your vehicle, odds are keeping them on your strategy is extraordinarily expanding the expense of your car insurance USA. American drivers ought to consider barring certain drivers from their scope to lessen the expenses. This means you may need to confine which autos in your family unit youthful drivers may utilize yet you are prone to find that the expense of your protection drops significantly.

Try not to Put in a Small Claim: Auto protection is intended to shield you from a noteworthy money related misfortune, so you should consider whether it is monetarily reasonable to put in any littler cases. For instance, in the event that you have a minor knock and the evaluation for the harm is just a few hundred dollars over your arrangement abundance, it is likely a smart thought to handle it autonomously.

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[fatehbaz]

In just eight blocks of sidewalk in quiet neighborhood, walking through the not-quite-rain of a sunshower, today I encountered four missing shoe soles. Little pieces of plastic and rubber, detached from pedestrians' shoes, now lonely on the concrete, with the weeds.

No such thing, really, as a "weed", though. "Weed" is not a botanical term. Instead, describes perceived pests, at the discretion of the observer. At the discretion of the authority. Designated as weed by the one with power over that land. The agronomist, the rancher, the plantation manager. The weed wastes space that could otherwise be given to a monoculture cash crop, an "economically significant" plant. The weed interferes with the productivity of the plot of land. The weed interrupts the extraction. The weed diminishes the value. The weed doesn't belong in this place.

People are made to be weeds, too.

Some cities will designate you as a weed, and then they'll take action to pull you out. They'll uproot you. But it's not always explicit, like "we're outlawing loitering" or "we're outlawing taking a nap in the park" or "we're defunding the library". Sometimes it's quite clever, it's written into the physical landscape. Self-congratulatory "progressive" cities learn to co-opt language, to obscure the violence, to use and abuse space.

Thinking about things you might encounter, you might perceive, after you've been destitute, broken, lived at a homeless shelter, for years. Little signs of other peoples' misery. Indicators of desperation that some might overlook. And the way that environment shapes, and is shaped by, these miseries.

A friend asks "why is there always an unusual amount of scuffed detached missing shoe soles on this particular stretch of sidewalk? There are hardly any homes around here, it's all asphalt and empty lots, so where are all these be-shoed people coming from?" Because even though this is a wide expanse without either home residences or any kind of commercial or recreation space someone would want to visit, these blocks are the straight-line direct path between a low-income apartment complex and the cluster of corporate big box stores, and there's no bus line that runs between the two areas. "But don't the vast majority of customers of shopping malls and box stores drive vehicles, hence the obscenely massive parking lots?" Sure, customers drive, but guess who actually has to work at those places? An underclass of people living at that apartment complex with harsh restrictions and cheap amenities, who can't afford car insurance or who might be too physically disabled to bike. And so that apartment complex is a de facto "company town", the residents are essentially in confinement. It is written into that landscape. It can be read. "Why is there always debris, wrappers, coins, etc. in this particular quiet couple of blocks of the boulevard?" Because these blocks are between a thrift store and a same-day drop-in clinic, so many impoverished people will routinely be walking between these two locations. They attend their appointment, and then have forty-five minutes to kill before the bus comes back around, so why not check out the thrift store? The city and county collaborated and placed all the low-income assistance offices on the far side of town, which conveniently forces the poor and disabled to both stay away from the luxurious downtown district and also to waste their time making a four-hour commute, catching various connecting buses or else riding the bikepath, across the city just to attend a ten-minute-long appointment.

Then this spatial layout, this city's physical environment, will shape the physical body. This violence writes itself into the flesh. The way the denim is chafed and discolored on the left shoulder of someone's jacket from carrying a small backpack around by foot, day after day after day. The way someone's heart rate increases when they see a white and black vehicle in the periphery of their vision, subconsciously recollecting institutionalization and institutional abuse, or fearing what a ticket fee would mean for their budget (they might not be able to afford rent). The way someone develops a painful limp, maybe occasionally depends on a cane, because they had to walk great distances every day to get to work and their shoe sole fell off on the sidewalk, but they can't replace the shoes because their employer is underpaying them, and they're forced to stand all day at work anyway, and they already had some modest nerve damage in their foot because they've been rationing their insulin and can't afford their prescriptions, and federal medical insurance keeps denying them because their physical letters in the mail always show up too late or not at all, and groceries are too expensive so it's hard to get good nutrition to heal, but the diabetic nerve damage has by now damaged their digestive tract too so they have a strictly limited bland diet and can't enjoy the simple pleasure of a home-cooked meal (if they can even afford a home, at this point), and all those "little" miseries add up, and now they're hungry, and in pain, because they were forced to walk kinda funny for a long time over all those decaying sidewalks with all those other weeds.

[sirfrogsworth]

I'm moving out of the city and I'm going to have to learn to drive. Any advice for someone (reluctantly) looking into cars for the first time?

Sorry for the late response, but I really wanted to answer this because I think I have some relevant advice.

I started driving the very day I was allowed to get my learner's permit. I took it very seriously. My dad was a mechanic, my brother literally built a car when he was 16. They were car guys and I was the goofy comedian they didn't really understand. So I wanted to be a really good driver to impress them.

I practiced every chance I got. I took driver's ed in school and got a 100% in the class. And I got a perfect score on my written driver's test and only got dinged for 1 thing on the main exam (it was bullshit, but apparently there is no way to protest a near perfect score).

But then I got sick and it didn't make sense to pay for car insurance and maintain a vehicle. So I didn't drive for roughly 15 years.

Then both my parents got sick and they became dangerous drivers and so I had to figure out how to drive again. And at first I was nervous, but after about a week of driving, I was nearly as good of a driver as when I was younger.

The reason?

Muscle memory.

Muscle memory will save your life over just about anything. The less you have to concentrate on the physical actions and habits required to drive, the more you can concentrate on situational awareness. If you don't have to think about turning the wheel, or braking, or even activating the turn signals, you can use all of that brain power to pay attention to all of the dumb fucks they let drive cars.

So my biggest piece of advice would be to break down all of the physical actions required to operate a vehicle. Even the tiny stuff like switching the station on the radio or turning down the fan on the A/C. Then find a way to practice these things over and over and over until you have that muscle memory embedded into your brain. My muscle memory was so deeply ingrained that it lasted through 15 years of not driving and a batch of mind-wiping electroshock treatments.

Find a safe place to practice and just repeat things until they feel like second nature. Especially checking your blind spots. If you can get checking blind spots to the point where you do it without even thinking about it, you will increase your safety substantially.

Other tips...

Small cheap cars are best first cars. Big cars can make you feel disconnected from the road. Almost like you are piloting the vehicle in a video game. I started on my grandma's 1987 Chevy Cavalier. It was tiny. It had no power. It was free. But I could feel everything I was doing. I could feel the turns. I could feel the road. I could feel braking and acceleration. And it really helped me understand the relationship between driver and vehicle. It was like a big go-kart but I think having that as my first car really helped me develop my driving skills.

And my last tip is to learn gradient braking and acceleration. It's mostly for the comfort of your passengers. It gives them a smoother experience but it also makes them feel safer driving with you. Basically you want to figure out how to apply pressure to the pedals in such a way that almost no G-force is felt. So you start with very light pressure and gradually transition into the max pressure you need. And you need to do it quick enough to stop and accelerate at the proper rate. If you don't transition fast enough you might not stop in time or be able to merge onto the highway. And if you transition too fast people will be lurching back and forth in their seat. But, again, practice makes perfect.

My brother is horrible at this, though mostly on purpose. He likes driving like everything is a race. And with his muscle cars, that can be fun at times. But when you are just going to the store it can make one a little nauseous. I find myself just grabbing the "oh shit" handles and never letting go.

But if you can smooth out your acceleration and braking to the point it is barely felt, all of your passengers will thank you for it.

Hopefully that helps. And maybe other folks can reply with additional advice. And if you have any more specific concerns feel free to ask. I wasn't sure if you were more worried about driving or picking out a car, so hopefully we can collectively cover both.

I wish you luck and hope you learn to love driving. It is pretty cool once you get the hang of it.

[meret118]

2023 Review

This has been the worst year in my life. (Long post.)

Nicholas died in February. I thought he was just constipated, but he was 20 years old and my vet insisted I take him to the emergency clinic. I didn't like the place even then. They have all this fancy equipment, and they overcharge and overtest to pay for it. They insisted he stay overnight, which I didn't want, and wouldn't let me say goodbye to him. They called later to say I was right. They'd given him an enema, but wanted to watch him overnight. I should have gone to get him then. They called at 2 AM to tell me he'd died.

He started living under my car and following me around shortly after I moved into my apartment. He had horrible health problems, including stomatitis which made his breath and saliva smell horrible. I think that's why his previous people abandoned him. The idea of him dying alone in a cage thinking I'd done the same torments me. If I'd just followed my instincts it wouldn't have happened that way. I don't think well under stress anymore. I miss him so much.

That was my winter. This past spring I almost died myself. (I'm not going into the details about what happened.) I've read the hospital notes, and my oxygen rate got so low they even called my uncle at one point to see if he wanted them to try and resuscitate me if my heart stopped. I was in the hospital for weeks, but I only remember the last 4 days or so of being there.

I ended up losing the use of my non-dominant hand from a compression injury, and have been in constant pain ever since. The muscles from mid-forearm down have wasted away. You don't realize how much you need that hand until you can't use it anymore. I've always been healthy before this, and it's been a huge adjustment. I feel like I've aged about 10 years. Crafting was one of my main hobbies, and I can't do that anymore. It takes me forever to type anything out now too. ETA: The non-stop pain has been the worst thing.

Everyone except my mother knew she's had Alzheimer's for years. (She refused to believe it.) She lost touch with reality completely while I was in the hospital. The neighbors had to call the police, and they took her to the hospital where she lives. I don't know if the stress of my being in the ICU pushed her over the edge, or if it was just a coincidence. She had already started hallucinating some before that. My father has been in assisted living for Alzheimer's since 2018, and now she is too.

Contrary to what a lot of people think assisted living is paid for completely out of pocket. Regular health insurance doesn't pay for it, nor does Medicare. It requires long term care insurance, which they don't have. It's not cheap either. Hopefully they will have enough to last as long as they need it, but it's not a sure thing. If they do spend all their money, they'll end up on Medicaid in a government funded nursing home.

Assisted living is like living in a small apartment with daily activities, and even trips. (I moved them near me into 2 really good ones. ((They don't get along.)) My father is even gaining weight, and doing so much better. I go see them once a week.) A nursing home is like living in a hospital.

My father had a good job, (upper-middle class), but was forced into early retirement at 55 due to bad-mouthing the new exec at HQ. He was used to being the (regional) boss, and never got another job. That's 10 years of income he didn't earn.

What's even worse is they made each other their POA's instead of someone younger. After my father was put in assisted living, my mother met a man at an Alzheimer's support group who conned her into allowing him access to all her accounts. Everyone told her not to do it, but he's a CPA, and she had no experience with handling the finances.

I know he had a wife with Alzheimer's because Janice met her when she helped him find an assisted living for her. So he was there for a real reason, but I guess he saw an easy mark and decided to go for it. He made sure never to be around when I was there. She and I don't get along anyway, but I think he was also poisoning her against me based on some comments she's made.

It all came to a head late last year as her Alzheimer's got worse. I found out by accident that he has been stealing from them ever since he was given access to the money. He had romanced her into doing that and leaving everything to him in the will, a new will he wrote. As well as I can figure out he told her he just wanted to be friends as soon as he got what he wanted.

I tried to get a new will written, but her Alzheimer's was too bad at that point, and lawyers refused. My uncle saw a lawyer earlier this year, and he said we're screwed. When she dies the guy gets everything, even if my father is still alive. She's a narcissist who has ruined my life over and over ever since I was born. Now she's going to ruin things after death too.

I'm having to go through their 3 story house crammed with decades of things to get it ready to be sold. The basement is so full you can barely walk through it. I'm single, with no kids or siblings so it's just been me.

At the moment I'm pretty sure I finally have COVID. I have to stay isolated since I was exposed over christmas anyway, so I don't see the point of getting tested right now to find out for certain. I'm fully vaccinated, and my symptoms are very mild. My fear is of developing long covid.

[todaynewsonline]

Cheap Commercial Vehicle Insurance

Cheap Commercial Vehicle Insurance:- Commercial vehicle insurance is a vital investment for businesses that rely on vehicles to carry out their operations. Whether you own a fleet of delivery vans, trucks for transporting goods, or any other type of commercial vehicle, having insurance coverage is not only a legal requirement in most places but also a practical necessity to protect your assets…

[northwestmutt]

As I said in my previous post, I got a new mobility aid to assist with my POTS. Unfortunately, there's only so much that increasing hydration and increasing my sodium can do for me. I've tried compression socks but they're either too loose and do nothing, or fit snug like they're supposed to which then gives me sensory issues. So my symptoms unfortunately haven't improved all that much with treatment, and they've only gotten worse as the seasons change and it gets hotter. Thankfully, I haven't fainted but I have come close to it many times. I've been having all of the pre-syncope symptoms (tunnel vision, black spots in my remaining vision, extreme dizziness and lighteadedness, feeling weak like I'm about to pass out, heart rate above 140, etc.) which makes it much more difficult to go somewhere like a grocery store. My service dog, Annie, still isn't scent trained to alert to episodes, so I'm doing the monitoring all on my own which means I don't realize it's happening until it gets bad. Because I haven't fainted yet, my doctor agreed that we need to keep it that way. So I currently have a wheelchair so I can go to stores safely. I also have a disabled parking placard so I can get my wheelchair in and out of my car. If I am going somewhere where I can either get in and out quickly and won't do much walking or standing, I don't use my chair and I don't use the reserved parking spaces. But if I know I will be walking or standing somewhere for more than two or three minutes, such as standing in line at the pharmacy, or going grocery shopping with a family member, I do use my wheelchair and a parking space reserved for people with disabilities.

My wheelchair is a Quickie 2 folding wheelchair. I would have preferred a lighterweight rigid chair, but I was able to find a used quickie 2 on craigslist for fairly cheap. It was covered in an american flag print, so I did paint over it. Spray paint isn't the best option and won't last the longest, but I didn't have the money to have it powder coated in black. So I bought a can of hammered black spray paint, and it turned out pretty good. If I still feel like I am using the wheelchair as much as I am now or even more, I plan on talking to my insurance company and seeing about the possibility of getting a custom lightweight rigid wheelchair fitted to me, because this one is a bit heavier to get in and out of my car and it's bulkier, so its not as easy to use as I would've hoped. But it will get me by for now.

[seat-safety-switch]

Ejector seats are in the news again. Some poorly-made airplane decided it wanted to be a lawn ornament, and the pilot was able to get the fuck out without being hurt. Besides the fact that the engineers responsible for the ejector seat are clearly better at their jobs than the morons who designed the rest of the plane, this raises an important question. Why don’t cars have ejector seats, if they’re so good?

It makes a lot of sense on paper. The space above cars is generally empty and thereby safe for a seat to fly into the air and safely descend, assuming you don’t get run over by the guy behind you when you land. Although SUVs do roll over frequently, blocking the roof, fighter jets also do that. Tunnels are another problem, but statistically almost none of a highway is tunnels, and if you crash inside one, you’re probably going to hold up a lot of traffic anyway, and your fellow drivers will wish you had died. And while building these seats cost a lot for minimum safety benefit, that hasn’t stopped automakers from including useless features like lane-minding software and rear brakes in the pursuit of false security. So it just makes sense that the next frontier has to be ejector seats.

Of course, there are some genuine engineering obstacles. For one, the average fighter jet pilot is not texting and driving. The force of the ejection may cause the driver of a mere car to drop their phone in the footwell, which is extra inconvenient because the now-driverless car is likely to careen off the road and burst into flames. And those phones aren’t cheap, although having the evidence destroyed may help with keeping insurance rates low enough that you can afford a replacement phone.

Still, I don’t think this is a good reason to stop this important advancement in safety technology. The 2024 Seat Safety Switch Mall-Crusher is already planned to have it, just as soon as we figure out how to add a Big Gulp-capable cupholder that can withstand the G-forces of launch.

[fictionplumis]

So I went to a dermatologist last week, and I gotta say, we both definitely left an impression on each other. She proved to be a better rheumatologist than the rheumatologist I'm actually seeing, she left me with three stitches, and I'm pretty sure I traumatized her.

To preface, I am going through mysterious symptoms that I've had for about three years now, which suddenly got nearly debilitating these last six months or so. It hasn't been easy to see doctors due to my lack of insurance, the American healthcare system, and the fact that the only people with cars in my family work full time and can't take time off. I finally fixed the lack of insurance the beginning of this year, but, y'know.

Anyway, after some testing done at a very cheap local clinic for poor people, bless them for existing and offering labs for $3, they suggested I have an autoimmune thing and needed specialized tests, and referred me to a rheumatologist.

Now since I've had nothing but time to research my symptoms in a desperate hope I can save myself some money by going, "Hey, I think it's this, can we test for this?" me and my family have a theory that it's polymyositis.

Well, technically, dermapolymyositis because I have a rash on my back that my mom noticed six months ago by sheer coincidence. We don't know how long it's been there, I was helping her with something and the back of my shirt rode up and she saw it. Doesn't hurt or itch, I've tried three different prescription creams on it that do nothing, it's just there.

Keep in mind that me looking up my stuff up online isn't just, like... WebMD.

My mom is a medical assistant for a company that does house calls. My sister is a pharmacist who just finished her BA to become a physician's assistant. She's shadowed with my PCP for about three years and we have his personal number on speed dial in case any of us need anything. For regular medical stuff, I am SPOILED.

This rheumatologist is the first specialist I've ever had to see and apparently she doesn't want to be there because she would rather blame my symptoms on everything BUT something in her specialty. She's also apparently never seen a poor person before, because the ideal that I haven't seen every other specialist under the sun before her is just BAFFLING to her.

"Your heart rate is over 150? Have you seen a cardiologist?" NO. Because my PCP has done EKGs on me and determined that it's fast but not actually an immediate problem, and probably a symptom of a larger problem.

"You're shaky and claim you have muscle weakness. Have you seen a neurologist?" NO. Because the shakiness is a direct result of the muscle fatigue and worsens whenever I do any physical activity, and it's also not on just one side of my body, so we suspect and it's a symptom of a larger problem.

"You have a rash, have you had a dermatologist biopsy it?" NO. Because it's not causing me distress and we believe it's a symptom of a larger problem.

"You have problems with heartburn, have you seen a gastroenterologist?" NO. Because we believe it's a symptom of a larger problem and I'm fucking poor and don't have a lot of available rides to doctors, so we're starting with the most pressing issue, which is that I can't stand for more than 30 seconds without my legs shaking from the strain and after some blood tests we think it's autoimmune related.

"Do you have an exercise routine?" NO. I cannot. Physically. Just taking a shower is exercise.

"This could be because you don't exercise." HONEY. The week before this started I was building bookcases in the living room and toting heavy boxes to the garage in an attempt to reorganize my entire house. I am only 140 pounds, not that weight is any indication of health, but you seem like that kinda person.

"Have you tried doing water exercises in a pool?" The nearest pool is a fifteen minute drive, I have no one that can drive me there and back on a regular basis, no energy to struggle to put on a bathing suit, and plus I have to pay to enter.

"You marked down that you have depression and you're taking antidepressants, depression will do this." I also marked down that I've been dealing with my MILD depression since high school, I know what it does to me, and I didn't start taking those antidepressants until my symptoms got so bad I couldn't do any of my hobbies or leave my house for more than doctors appointments and thus was crying constantly because I was stressed, scared, and didn't know if this would ever get resolved.

"It's low B12." BITCH.

Anyway. We decided the dermatologist would be easy to see first, since that one would be a go in, get a biopsy, and wait for results instead of a ton of different tests and followup appointments, we did that first.

She asks if I've had any other symptoms besides the rash, so me and my mom explain a quick rundown of all that's been going on and the first thing the dermatologist-- wait, no, sorry, the dermatologist's PA because we weren't even seeing the actual dermatologist--she goes, "Have you ever heard of something called dermamyositis?"

Me and my mom just laugh.

So technically, Myositis is the actual illness, right? When you add poly to the front, it just means that the condition is affecting a ton of different parts of your body, like say, your kidneys making stones (I've had two, I'm not even 30), or your heart, or your nerves, or your digestion. When Myositis comes with a skin reaction, like a rash, you add derma to the front. If I have myositis, I would technically have polydermamyositis. Just a fun fact.

Unfortunately, she's not a rheumatologist, and the most she can offer is to biopsy the rash.

Now, I'm a cocky little shit with a very high pain tolerance and no fear of medical procedures unless they happen to be OBGYN related. I've had one medical punch biopsy done, and a dermal punch used on me four times in a non-medical setting. That's how piercers do microdermal piercings. They use a dermal punch to punch a hole in your skin and then they push the jewelry in. Without any lidocaine, mind you, because they're not a doctor.

So I'm like, "Look, I know the lidocaine burns, we can just forgo that. I have scars on my chest from piercings that used a dermal punch. Just do the thing."

And she was Not About That.

Not because she doesn't think I can handle it, she hastes to point out so my ego isn't bruised! But because she wouldn't be comfortable with it and it would terrify her.

I relent, and her nurse starts to prep the lidocaine.

And sutures. Which is when I get the sneaking suspicion that this is NOT like the other punch biopsies I've had done.

My mom picks that time to mention my very fast heart rate, which the PA is like, "Is it fast right now? We should check, now I'm curious, because you've only been sitting there talking to me for the last thirty minutes." She's fascinated about what's going on with me outside of her specialty.

She tries to check my pulse in my wrist manually to count it, but she's my holding my hand in a way that's making my thumb jerk and shake. Because it just. Does that. Sometimes. If my hand is turned the right way. If I point my foot, my whole leg will jerk up and down. It's a Whole Thing.

"Huh. Either it's too fast for me to count or your shaking is throwing me off."

They get a machine. My heart rate is around 120.

She turns to the nurse laying out all her stuff and is like, "Hey, can you, uh... Remake that lidocaine shot without epinephrine?"

Probably a good call on that one.

She plans on doing two biopsies. Her nurse gives me the shots, but it's weird because I don't feel the prick or the burn of the first shot, and I feel the prick but no burn on the second shot.

They wait about fifteen minutes and then the PA starts the procedure. It's a deep dermal punch. I was right about it being different. I was also right about the lidocaine shots being weird.

She asks me the typical questions doctors ask after numbing you and starting to do something. "You can't feel anything, right?" Clearly expecting the answer to that to be no, especially since I am Not Moving An Inch.

And I very calmly say, "No, I do."

To her credit, she barely pauses what she's doing but sounds very freaked out when she goes, "Wait, you DO? You DO feel something."

And I very calmly say, "Yes. I do. I feel what you're doing."

Probably not the whole brunt of it, but I've had stitches before. It's a weird tugging sensation that's only uncomfortable because you mentally know it's not a natural thing for you to feel. She's working behind me, so I couldn't see what she was doing, but it felt like she had done the punch and then had to dig around with her little scissor things to pry the chunk of my skin and fat out of the hole.

She wasn't. She was doing the inside suture but that's what it felt like.

I can handle pain. Unfortunately, my body has been doing this thing for the past three years, where about one in every three blood tests I have, it goes, "WE'RE DYING, WE'RE DYING, OH GOD THEY ARE KILLING US." Usually it's not a big deal. I just get really hot all over and feel kind of nauseous. I don't mention it to the person drawing my blood, they don't notice, it goes away a few minutes later, and we all move on with our lives.

So my body goes and has an absolute shitfit, only it's more than a blood test so it decides to be extra dramatic.

The PA asks if I'm okay.

My mom goes, "No, she's not."

I go, "No, I'm not. Can I get a bottle of water?"

I am clammy. My mom said I went sheet white, which I absolutely believe. She stands up to make sure that I don't tumble to the floor if I pass out. The PA, ever the professional, is still working but is asking me every questions every few seconds while the nurse goes to get me water.

"Are you okay?" Mhm.

"Still with me?" Yup. "Still good?" Still good.

Everything sounds like it's muffled in cotton. I eventually have to kindly push my mom back because I am overheated. The nurse gives me a cup of cold water which helps IMMENSELY. And when my theater kid of a body calms down, I'm like, "Maybe we should just do the one biopsy today."

I don't think the nurse got the lidocaine deep enough. I definitely felt the derma punch go in, definitely felt the first inner stitch and a dulled pain of the first outer stitch, but I didn't feel the second outer stitch. Hurt like FUCK, but it definitely bothered the poor PA way more than it bothered me.

Mostly I'm just upset that my body decided to embarrass me like that. Like bitch, c'mon, I was JUST bragging about how I could handle this without lidocaine and you had to do me dirty like this? Nevermind that I didn't realize this dermal punch would be big enough to need STITCHES, you couldn't just let me cool this ONE time?

I see her again in a few days to get the stitches out, I hope I didn't freak her out too bad.

But hey, she'll probably never think of me as "just another patient" and if you're going to have someone half-numbed who almost passes out on you in a medical setting, you probably want me, because I'll be super chill about it.