Day Four

I’m still quite chirpy, but am feeling a little under the weather, dizziness is starting to settle in and my head doesn’t quite feel like it’s on my shoulders. I’m sleeping well, although I had to get up twice to let Rico out for a wee; how to go about getting a dog door in a rental!? I spent far too much money on him today, but that will be it for a few months. By tomorrow the last of the Lovan will have worked its way out of my system so I might be posting about the elephant stomping on my brain and the stormy ocean which has emerged under my house.

How Much am I Worth?

I’ve been poking around the Medicare website. This year, excluding hospital admissions and treatments the kind tax payers of Australia have forked out $2033 for my mental health. The cost of admissions and emergency room treatments is nowhere to be found, but four separate nights in emergency, plus a week in a psych ward would add up I think. That’s in the last three months alone; in the last 12 months the kind Australian tax payer has spent $10 975 on my mental health excluding numerous hospital admissions, emergency room presentations, ambulances and our beloved PBS. My health insurance has taken most of the burden, paying in excess of $50 000 last year, and a bit this year. So including insurance that’s almost $61 000 plus I’d guess at least another $15 000 in the excluded expenses spent in 12 months to keep someone alive who doesn’t want to be, what do you think about that?