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Today was the day to play with the intrusive health "care" from work. I "fasted" and abstained from tea, and at 8 am we went to one of the local clinics for a flu shot and for me to have my blood drawn. Between that clinic and the clinic where my doctor works is Los Charros, a highly satisfactory place for breakfast (although not tea). We dined there, and i had nopales - cactus - in my eggs. It was a massive and delicious breakfast, breaking my fast with fresh squeezed orange juice; wandering off in a stupor was quite possible.
After dropping off the paperwork we ran off to Sunnyvale's Farmer's market. In moments i had a burgeoning bag. I was tempted by leeks and celery, the tops of which are now simmering into a stock. I'm reserving the nice parts of the leeks and the solid celery stalks for my own dining: i suspect i'll braise the leeks and then add them to the stock with some potatoes. I will never win any cooking accolades from gourmands as i believe in "souping" the parts i won't eat. Ah well.
I've taken the blankety-blank health survey and growled through the popups that tell me i should seek professional health for my depression (despite recording that i am on medication for depression). The assessment resulted in a number of panicky "High Risk" alerts. Because i have a mammogram every two years instead of one and don't know how much calcium i get daily, i'm labeled "high risk for preventive health." Because i frequently take medication for my mood, the "drug and alcohol" advice kicks in, warning me about alcoholism. I growl more. And then there's the mental health advice about controlling my stress. I score enough "at risk" factors based on the coarse clumsy wording of their survey that i know that i will be called by a coach. The one risk factor that isn't red because the questionare is clumsy is my BMI, although that has a whole other critique.
I do know i do feel better when i am lighter than i am now, which usually happens when i'm exercising. It's a valid improvement to strive to make.
I didn't go to the 10th Annual Book Arts Jam at Foothill, nor will i join Christine at the concert tonight. Instead i'm continuing to putter putter putter, through the stacks of digital files...
After dropping off the paperwork we ran off to Sunnyvale's Farmer's market. In moments i had a burgeoning bag. I was tempted by leeks and celery, the tops of which are now simmering into a stock. I'm reserving the nice parts of the leeks and the solid celery stalks for my own dining: i suspect i'll braise the leeks and then add them to the stock with some potatoes. I will never win any cooking accolades from gourmands as i believe in "souping" the parts i won't eat. Ah well.
I've taken the blankety-blank health survey and growled through the popups that tell me i should seek professional health for my depression (despite recording that i am on medication for depression). The assessment resulted in a number of panicky "High Risk" alerts. Because i have a mammogram every two years instead of one and don't know how much calcium i get daily, i'm labeled "high risk for preventive health." Because i frequently take medication for my mood, the "drug and alcohol" advice kicks in, warning me about alcoholism. I growl more. And then there's the mental health advice about controlling my stress. I score enough "at risk" factors based on the coarse clumsy wording of their survey that i know that i will be called by a coach. The one risk factor that isn't red because the questionare is clumsy is my BMI, although that has a whole other critique.
I do know i do feel better when i am lighter than i am now, which usually happens when i'm exercising. It's a valid improvement to strive to make.
I didn't go to the 10th Annual Book Arts Jam at Foothill, nor will i join Christine at the concert tonight. Instead i'm continuing to putter putter putter, through the stacks of digital files...
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It's supposed to be private, but I don't trust health insurance companies; maybe whatever I answer will wind up in as evidence of pre-existing condition or "high risk" in some health insurance assessment down the road. I think I'll lie through my teeth.
Yes, I complained to HR. All I got was an auto-reply.
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Ours is through a company that's separate from our health insurance company, HIPPA is a firewall between them and insurance -- but my insurance company knows all about all my conditions, anyhow.
I've got another battle with our HR department going on: this is about the company they outsourced monitoring absences for compliance with various family & medical leave legislation. Yes, just what someone needs when they're sick: more paperwork. It's astounding.