FUN FUN FUN... or not
Phone calls I'm making today:
1) New Health Insurance: COBRA ran out, new insurance is "Commonwealth Choice" HMO which means I had to choose a "primary care physician" out of a fuckin' hat, and I'll have to make an appointment and tell my Tale of Woe (tm) in order to get authorization to see the same "Behavioral Health Specialist" (I HATE THAT TERMINOLOGY. "You wouldn't be crazy if you'd just BEHAVE!") I've been seeing for 2 years.
2) Said "Behavioral Health Specialist", a.k.a. my shrink, to reauthorize the same medication I've been taking for 3 years.
3) Landlord, whereupon I will cry, grovel, obfuscate, invoke White Bourgeois Privilege and do anything else necessary to get leniency for the late rent. NO, you pervs, "anything necessary" does not involve adult activities. You've been reading far too much pr0n.
4) Employment agencies, whereupon I will beg for work. AGAIN.
5) Mom, so she can tell me how my Aunt Bobbi is dying of cancer, because that's my Mom's idea of fun.
FUN TIMES AHEAD.
On the other hand, !!!!!!!!CHILDREN OF EARTH!!!!!!! YAY! FINALLY! That will cheer me up no end, even if I have to do Thinkies without benefit of either beer or cigarettes.
By the way, it is possible that I am not smoking for the foreseeable future, as it's just too fucking expensive. Rather than be negative about it, I am trying to phrase it as, "I have better things to do with my money than give it to Big Tobacco and Grasping Asshole Politicians". DO NOT CONGRATULATE ME OR TALK TO ME ABOUT HEALTH BENEFITS OR I WILL USE YOUR SKULL FOR A MUTHAFUCKING FOOTBALL. Please, that's a serious request. The only way I'm going to be able to do this is by making No Big Deal about it.
1) New Health Insurance: COBRA ran out, new insurance is "Commonwealth Choice" HMO which means I had to choose a "primary care physician" out of a fuckin' hat, and I'll have to make an appointment and tell my Tale of Woe (tm) in order to get authorization to see the same "Behavioral Health Specialist" (I HATE THAT TERMINOLOGY. "You wouldn't be crazy if you'd just BEHAVE!") I've been seeing for 2 years.
2) Said "Behavioral Health Specialist", a.k.a. my shrink, to reauthorize the same medication I've been taking for 3 years.
3) Landlord, whereupon I will cry, grovel, obfuscate, invoke White Bourgeois Privilege and do anything else necessary to get leniency for the late rent. NO, you pervs, "anything necessary" does not involve adult activities. You've been reading far too much pr0n.
4) Employment agencies, whereupon I will beg for work. AGAIN.
5) Mom, so she can tell me how my Aunt Bobbi is dying of cancer, because that's my Mom's idea of fun.
FUN TIMES AHEAD.
On the other hand, !!!!!!!!CHILDREN OF EARTH!!!!!!! YAY! FINALLY! That will cheer me up no end, even if I have to do Thinkies without benefit of either beer or cigarettes.
By the way, it is possible that I am not smoking for the foreseeable future, as it's just too fucking expensive. Rather than be negative about it, I am trying to phrase it as, "I have better things to do with my money than give it to Big Tobacco and Grasping Asshole Politicians". DO NOT CONGRATULATE ME OR TALK TO ME ABOUT HEALTH BENEFITS OR I WILL USE YOUR SKULL FOR A MUTHAFUCKING FOOTBALL. Please, that's a serious request. The only way I'm going to be able to do this is by making No Big Deal about it.