4 stitches. no typing with my left hand for 2 weeks. fuck this.
At urgent care, waiting to find out if the huge cut on my left palm needs stitches or is just horrific and bloody.
ugh lawyer dude who shares an office with my company just came in to complain about people who wanted help with medicaid planning because that means they’re poor and there’s no money in them and they’re probably trying to do something shady to make the government have to take care of them. i replied how we often had to help with medicaid planning when people got settlement payments for police brutality cases or hospital malpractice cases or other situations where they were being compensated for someone having done them significant wrong, and we had to help spend down the settlement in approved exempted ways so it wouldn’t disqualify them for ongoing medicaid. (things like pre-paying rent, saving for education, or in one memorable case, buying a huge freezer and a whole lot of meat for future food supply.) he replied that in those cases, the people should just get smaller settlements. “then everyone wins!”
- listen to brody dalle
- glower at people/things
came home with lots and lots to do and big plans of doing it.
instead, sat on the couch to finish reading a novel.