Healthcare has been the single largest contributor to my declining mental health in the past couple of years.

Life has enough to make me agro on a routine basis; but seriously… About a year ago I got a forever-going-to-change-your-life medical diagnosis. I had a surgery, I had treatment, I’m fine and more or less healthy.

But its not behind me yet.

And I have to keep dealing with doctor offices and insurances providers and labs and otherwise just playing care-coordinator between all these folks just to get anything done… and they still screw it up making me exert more time and energy to correct it.

Just seeing my stupid middle name all over their various health portal is enough to put me in a bad frame of mind. But then I have to change a password again, because it’s been three months or some such since I’ve had to use *that* portal. So I literally have to write down passwords on paper now because there are too many to keep track of now.

Then I get to navigate healthcare from that mindset.

I think I was better off when I was technically dying. At least I was happier.