So for what seems to be the first time in my life, I have contracted conjunctivitis. Ouch. I dunno which variety (going to see a doc tomorrow) but all I know is my right eye looks like I took a really hard punch. Feels like it, too.
My Favorite Sci-Fi Novel Is Downloadable
...with the blessing of the author. Daniel Keys Moran
has placed The Long Run
, along with its prequel Emerald Eyes
and sequel The Last Dancer
, online here
I do hope he manages to get the next installment, Players: The A.I. War published, so I can buy it. Immediately. In hardcopy. Multiple times.
Ways in which New York City sucks - health care version
I understand the legal requirements of the warning, but still. When you call a mental health care professional because another mental health care professional who diagnosed you with a critical problem due to depression referred you, having the second doc refer you to his assistant whose job is to say "You do understand that the doctor does not take health insurance and the fee for consultation is $400" is not likely to make me willfully enter treatment.
The only thing I can think of is rent, honestly. I just left Boston, where the average hourly rate for psychiatric services in private practice seemed to bounce between $125 and $175 depending on where in the metro area you were. Maybe there are, indeed, fewer mental docs per capita in New York, and this is a purely market-based difference.
But, I mean, *fuck*.