shel

The Transsexual Chofetz Chaim

Mutant, librarian, poet, union rabble rouser, dog, Ashkenazi Jewish. Neuroweird, bodyweird, mostly sleepy.


I write about transformative justice, community, love, Judaism, Neurodivergence, mental health, Disability, geography, rivers, labor, and libraries; through poetry, opinionated essays, and short fiction.


I review Schoolhouse Rock! songs at @PropagandaRock


Website (RSS + Newsletter)
shelraphen.com/

I'm at the workers comp approved pharmacy to fill my meds. The pharmacist tells me my prescription card changed. I walk home and get the new prescription card and walk back to the pharmacy and give the pharmacist my prescription card. He takes it a while and tells me that the insurance company told him to tell me to call them. I call the number on the back of the prescription card. They tell me my medication requires authorization from my adjuster. I call my adjuster. Voicemail. I email my adjuster. I call my caseworker and ask her to tell the adjuster to tell the prescription company to tell the pharmacist he can refill my meds now.

I have one pill left and I leave town for Passover on Thursday.

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