You're VERY kind. I haven't slept for a few nights and can't remember where you work. The only place I can think of is Borders. But you're not still there are you?
I think I was moving on pretty well. But stuff like dealing with this insurance issue and having to call my former boss and deal with their treating me like I'm just a big bunch of poo on the bottom of their shoes...it just slams me right back into the same painful place I was in two months ago.
Blue Cross is supposed to call me with an update today. Maybe it will be good news. If not, I'll have to go into battle mode again. I had to fight for every bit of medical care Adam got for years, so I know what to do....call the TV stations, call the insurance board, call the governor's office, call our US Senators and Congressmen, etc. The only bad thing is that I no longer live 20 miles from DC -- it was easier to raise a stink on Capitol Hill when I was just an hour away. But I don't want to fight. I'm too weary of it all to fight. I just want my insurance. And I don't want to have to pay for two months I never got to use.
And I want my mail. I got another email notice that my mail is still being sent back. Oh sure, I still get junk mail, but anything I actually want is being sent back.
It's 8:26 Friday morning. Somehow the night just whizzed by...another one without any sleep. And I've got a writers conference to attend this evening and tomorrow (out at Mahoney). I'd like to make sense while I'm there. LOL
Somehow it doesn't seem like I've been asking too much of life. I'm not asking to be rich or famous or beautiful or popular. I like for people to not hate me, I'd like for the insurance company to find the papers I sent them (and they misplaced), I'd like my mail, I'd like to make sense. Why is it all so hard? (Rhetorical question, of course.)
I just want to sleep....for a really really long time...and have everything be okay when I wake up.
I think I was moving on pretty well. But stuff like dealing with this insurance issue and having to call my former boss and deal with their treating me like I'm just a big bunch of poo on the bottom of their shoes...it just slams me right back into the same painful place I was in two months ago.
Blue Cross is supposed to call me with an update today. Maybe it will be good news. If not, I'll have to go into battle mode again. I had to fight for every bit of medical care Adam got for years, so I know what to do....call the TV stations, call the insurance board, call the governor's office, call our US Senators and Congressmen, etc. The only bad thing is that I no longer live 20 miles from DC -- it was easier to raise a stink on Capitol Hill when I was just an hour away. But I don't want to fight. I'm too weary of it all to fight. I just want my insurance. And I don't want to have to pay for two months I never got to use.
And I want my mail. I got another email notice that my mail is still being sent back. Oh sure, I still get junk mail, but anything I actually want is being sent back.
It's 8:26 Friday morning. Somehow the night just whizzed by...another one without any sleep. And I've got a writers conference to attend this evening and tomorrow (out at Mahoney). I'd like to make sense while I'm there. LOL
Somehow it doesn't seem like I've been asking too much of life. I'm not asking to be rich or famous or beautiful or popular. I like for people to not hate me, I'd like for the insurance company to find the papers I sent them (and they misplaced), I'd like my mail, I'd like to make sense. Why is it all so hard? (Rhetorical question, of course.)
I just want to sleep....for a really really long time...and have everything be okay when I wake up.
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