My neighbor, whom I’ve written about before Here. Came over today to buy some eggs. Three dozen eggs. She paid cash for them.
Now, I’m never really happy to see her, she wore out her welcome a while ago by constantly begging for food when she was here. That finally stopped when we started telling her “No, we need that for lunch at work.” Well mostly stopped.
Let me give you some more history and background.
She was discharged from her own medical practitioner last year because of drug shopping. She came to me to gripe about it, and I told her they have that right. She is the one who agreed to the terms when she began going there, she has no one to blame but herself. She then tried to say she has the right to get a second opinion and I agreed with her, but told her she is the one who signed the contract, she maybe should have read it a little more closely before deciding to get a second opinion AND filling a narcotic script from the other practitioner.
She has no job, no visible means of support, yet she gets tattoos regularly – she is covered from neck to feet. She says people just give them to her, my husband says she is trading sex for them (which might actually be true). She worked for many years as a stripper.
She has tried to tell me for a year that there is something wrong with her thyroid (there’s not, I saw the tests myself), that there’s something wrong with her sinuses (she saw a specialist who told her there’s nothing wrong), that there’s something wrong with her heart (there’s not, she had an angiogram but before that for months her excuse for lying in bed all day was chest pain), that she has anxiety and insomnia (but when asked how much she sleeps she says about 12-15 hours per day), that she can’t lose weight and feels tired all the time (yes you probably do, you sleep too much and you don’t exercise – and you’re nearly 50!). There’s a word for this: malingerer.
She says she can’t get a job (well probably not, your top lip is pierced twice and your bottom lip once, your head is partially shaved and neon red where the hair is actually growing, and your tatted from neck to toes). This is rural Arizona. That crap is seriously frowned on.
Today was the final straw. Nearly every time she comes over here she tries to use me as a free second opinion. Today she asked me about doxepin. And tried to tell me she’s going to try to get on Adderall. Which is legal meth. I lost it. I told her flat out that I’ve known her for a year and she does NOT have ADD. Or ADHD. She said that yes she does, she took a test and it said she probably does (one of these on line self tests mind you). Now seriously. Think about the previous two paragraphs, what I’ve said about her, and tell me if that looks like ADD/ADHD to you. She’s spent the last year bitching about her heart, her metabolism, her fatigue, her sinuses and NOT ONCE about anything remotely compatible with ADD. Other than the changing focus on different body parts when they are proven to be just fine, mind you.
I actually began yelling at her. “Bull $h!T!! Bull $h!T!! No you do not! You F*ing do not! I’ve known you for a year, you do NOT have ADD! You took a F*ing self test, they’re very easily manipulated to get the results you want! You just want F*ing legal meth!” I basically threw her out of the house. I actually told her right before I shut the door in her face that she just wants it to sell it. Which is probably a huge hospitality violation. But really. Does coming over and bouncing a bogus diagnosis of ADD/ADHD off your practitioner neighbor when you’re purportedly there to buy eggs really count as visiting?
I seriously think she wants the meth so she can sell it – there are several people here in the community who were getting it from the previous physician (who has since gone on to more lucrative pastures) and were selling it as well as using it. I know there’s a market. And I know who was selling it. And she can’t get a job, so the logical thing would be to fake an illness in order to get a controlled substance for sales purposes.
Man I get sick of the people who are bleeding the system dry. I work 6 days per week, and I have insurance that I can’t use because the deductible is $6500. My husband doesn’t even have insurance, we can’t afford it. I’ve been to the doctor maybe once for an actual physical since we’ve been together (nearly 20 years) and twice for employment related physicals, and maybe 3 times for urgent care type issues. He’s been to the doctor three times for a physical (all employment related) and once to the emergency room for an allergic reaction.
Our neighbor goes to the doctor, courtesy of the taxpayer, at least once a month! And gets very expensive medications prescribed, for which she pays nothing, courtesy of the taxpayer! And then proceeds to refuse to take them. And there’s no reason she can’t work other than the fact that she deliberately makes herself unemployable! These are the people who are breaking the system, not the hard working poor people who really do need a little help. And believe me, I live in a very low income community. I know which of my neighbors work and which are milking the system. For all the good it does.
I actually do not have words for the amount of anger I am feeling right now. And a little shame that I let her get to me.