The First Encounter with Chaos
You’re staring at the screen, heart rate spiking, because the screen is glowing with the pale, malevolent light of the Medicare Part D statement. Twelve pages of pure, unadulterated bureaucratic chaos, printed in a typeface designed solely to induce migraines and despair. You’ve been at it for 72 minutes, just trying to reconcile the list of prescriptions with the co-pays, and there’s a $42 discrepancy related to a drug Dad hasn’t taken since 2022.
Love & Intent
Logistical Competence
This is where the myth of caregiving dies a slow, agonizing death by spreadsheet. We’re culturally conditioned to believe that deep, abiding love is the ultimate qualifier for the job… But what if that romanticization is just a convenient excuse for structural negligence?
The Contradiction of Complexity
I will fully admit that I am structurally resistant to reading instructions… I critique the healthcare system constantly for its jargon and opacity, yet I indulge in my own private, esoteric hobbies. That’s the contradiction I live in, isn’t it? We demand simplicity for necessary things but tolerate incredible complexity for our diversions.
Tolerating complexity for diversions, resenting it for survival.
I thought I could handle Dad’s medications. How hard could it be? He’s only on six things. Turns out, it’s incredibly hard





















































