Category: it’s all about me


If you know someone who has horrible health insurance, raise your hand.
Yes, even you in the back knows someone with horrible health insurance. You know, the kind that you can’t afford to go to the doctor because it costs so much…
Last month, I had to get an MRI done. Of course, they didn’t find anything, but yet I got a bill for $1800 in the mail. Apparently they can only bill people “out of network” and since my insurance covers NOTHING out of network, I’m up a creek without a paddle.
And it pisses me off. I told my doctor that this issue I was talking about only happened once every 6 months or so. I told her it was when my blood sugar is normally low and when I’ve been up too late too many nights in a row. I told her that it was fine most of the time. But, she wanted me to get the MRI. She NEEDED me to get the MRI. And, instead of doing blood work which would probably get to the base of the problem, I owe the people $1800, which I don’t have.
And the worst is that she wouldn’t talk to me about my headaches until after the MRI. The headaches we’ve been dealing with medically for 6 months and nothing is working. The secondary issue affects me twice a year. The headaches affect me twice a month (or more). I now can’t afford to go talk about the headaches until at least next spring, and the secondary issue hasn’t shown up once since September.
Did I mention that life has been heaving me around in different directions lately? I found out the my income for the next 6 months will be restricted (for reasons that don’t need to be discussed here), and that as of November 1st, I have to rely on Buki to carry a lot more of the burden. Well, where the hell are we going to come up with $1800, when it took me 6 months to save the $200 I needed to (finally) get a new computer. I look forward to getting closer to 30 while still eating Ramen because it’s all I can afford.
Now, I know that everyone will be pissed at me for saying this, but we need nationalized health care. My uncle had gallbladder surgery in Australia, and it cost him about $600. Then when he came back to the states and had a couple of follow up tests done, it cost him thousands. Surgery = $600, follow up tests = over $2000. That makes no sense. Now, I’m not saying health care should be free, but I am saying that we as Americans need to able to afford basic procedures. $1800 for 30 minutes in a machine makes no sense. That much money is around 10% of my annual take-home income. For 30 minutes in a machine. Ludicrous.

10 years

10 years ago, I was a freshman in college. Bright eyes, ready to change the world. Today, I sit at my desk in an office, and can only reflect on the changes in 10 years.
In 10 years:
*My parents moved from Detroit to North Carolina
*Dad went from being an engineer for Ford to being a retail manager at a clothing store.
*Mom went from being a housewife to being a retail manager for a kite store.
*I opened a new kite shop for a huge company.
*I left said kite company and went to work for a wholesale kite company.
*Dad quit his retail job, mom quit her retail job, they decided to open a kite shop.
*I quit my job and moved back to the beach to help them open their kite shop.
*I worked for a bank
*I worked for a coffee shop
*I worked for a disc golf company
*I interned at a fair trade coffee company
*I learned how to sew, knit, crochet… and more
*I had dreadlocks, twice
*I lived in Mexico
*I lived in Detroit
*I lived in Boston
*I lived in Indiana
*I moved to the Beach (twice)
*I moved to Austin (twice)
*I went to school to be a music teacher
*I changed my major when I figured out I wanted to take History classes
*I learned Spanish
*I forgot Spanish
*I relearned Spanish
*I fell in love
*I got my heart broken
*I fell in love again.
*I learned that “they” were right, time heals wounds.
*My brother joined the Army
*He was deployed in Baghdad for almost 18 months
*He came home with “issues”.
*He’s still working through them.
*He met a wonderful woman and married her.
*I managed to get the best sister-in-law in the universe.
*I wrote a 75 page thesis on Chile
*I brought fair trade coffee to my university campus
*I traveled from Indiana to DC countless times in college to participate in marches
*I adopted 2 cats
*I moved them cross country, twice
*They hated it
*They love me
*My hair has been: black, blond, red and brown
*I got tattooed
*And again
*And a third time
*I had up to 15 piercings in my body, most in my ears
*Wait, no. Make that 16.
*I learned how to wear heels, skirts and makeup
*I took a photography class
*And another. Which hooked me on photography for life.
*I photographed bands
*I photographed people
*I photographed events
*I learned that not everything needs to be taken seriously
*I learned that some things can ONLY be taken seriously
*I fell in love again
*I moved in with him
*Life is good

There’s so much more, but I thought that this was a good starting point.
Much love,
Cassafrass

Coming back

So, over the years I’ve had blog homes in a number of different locations. For various reasons, I had to move from spot to spot, and eventually stopped writing altogether.
I don’t really know what makes today different than any other day. Perhaps a fantastic weekend, in which I wish I had a place to write? Perhaps a slow day at work that reminds me that I used to write more in these times? I don’t really know, but it seems like the time is right.
So, let me re-introduce myself. My name is Cassie, but I go by tons of nicknames. Cassafrass is one that has stuck over the years, although if I were to redirect this blog, it would be spelled “casifras” instead. Something about that makes me happier.
Currently, I live in Austin TX with my awesome boyfriend (who we’ll refer to as Buki) and our 4 cats. Yes, 4 of them. I’m not even kidding. I had 2, he had 2, we moved in and such is life. And really, there’s a good chance that a good number of my future blog posts will be about the crazy antics of the 4 cats.
Are we good with re-introductions? At least for now? Because, I’d like to talk about “Buki”.

So, this past weekend, a friend from college came to town. He brought with him a sweet little old Mexican man, Norberto, as they’re touring this region doing a speaking tour. Now, Norberto is probably one of the funniest old men I’ve ever men. My spanish is pretty decent, but definitely far from great. My vocabulary is lacking, and I’ve forgotten more verbs than I remember it seems. But, Norberto speaks not a lick of english. Being the funny man that he is, he was constantly joking about this and that, including making fun of words that I couldn’t manage to say. (It’s true, I have a hard time saying “pelicula” which means movie. This caused him asking many many times “whats on the tv?” at which point I’d have to tell him “a movie”. giggle giggle giggle casifras can’t say “movie” in spanish)
Anyways, on Friday night, Norberto kept asking me who boyfriend was reminding him of. Being the mind reader that I am (HA!) I had no idea. He kept telling me “a band! you know! a band from mexico!” At this point, I started naming some bands I know. Manuchao. No. Cafe Tacuba. No. Well, these bands are definitely not from his generation, they’re from mine! So, no luck.
Finally, at about 11:30 on Friday night, Norberto shouts out “LOS BUKIS!!!” and immediately starts pointing at boyfriend and giggling. It takes us only a moment to pull of images of the band on Google and see exactly what he was talking about.

My boyfriend looks so similar to the lead singer, it’s a bit eerie. Except, boyfriend is about 20 years younger and doesn’t normally feather his hair. However, the similarity is definitely there. And, I think it’s hilarious. So, boyfriend has a new “pet” name, Buki. And I plan to make it stick for a long long time.
Now, for those of you who remember me, yes, this Buki of mine is relatively new, and yes we’re already living together. ::gasp:: In reality, we’ve been together for almost a year (our 1 year anniversary falls on the same day we leave TX to go visit my parents for Thanksgiving in NC). We moved in together over Valentines weekend, and I couldn’t be happier.

Riiiight

And, I was going to start posting all the time. That was in July. Dang it. I just can’t get back into the swing of things on here. I’m thinking the crazy has affected me for life. Thanks, lady.

So, now that I’ve decided that I’m going to start writing again, it’s going to have to become a habit. And that means that even if I have writers block, I’ll write a little.

I went to Target last night to get a new scale (the old one was a piece and got left in NC) and found a good excercise DVD for $5. It came with a 2lb weight strap for your waist. So, I start the workout last night and am chuckling to myself “oh, this will be easy!”. HA. Not at all. By the time I finished, I was worn out. But, after watching TV for like 20 minutes, I somehow had the urge to move all of my living room furniture around.

Anyways, so I’m not sure I love my living room setup now, but I’m working on it. Eventually it’ll be perfect. Until then… well, it’ll keep getting moved.

I’m super effing sleepy today. And it’s not like I didn’t sleep last night. However, I think that I need to work out before 9:30pm if I’m going to work out. I finished around 10:30, and next think I knew it was 12. Oooops!

God, I’m writing about nothing at all. The end.