So I wake up to my alarm after an insomniac night so that I can make my doctor’s appointment. I drive into town to my rheumatologist’s office, only to discover that my COBRA coverage, despite my having sent in the HUGE initial premium payment, is not registered in the computer systems yet. So I had to reschedule.
I feel a little guilty. I immediately expected you to post about GI Joe failing to be an all American hero, a smile springing to my lips…
Sorry to hear about the slow coverage. :-/
Heh. Well I can’t argue that it would be far more amusing to dwell upon the virtues of Cobra Commander than deal with my various health coverage vagaries. Foo.
Thank gods I’m not the only one who thought of G.I. Joe immediately.
What’s amusing to me, although a very large tangent, is that my character on Kingdom of Loathing will be a Cobra Commander when he hits level 12, and I’m at level 11. Wee!
Uh, that’s real American hero.
That sucks, Eugie. This is not what you need right now. How irritating!
Would it cheer you up to come listen to Celtic Rock with us tonight?
Thanks, Brit. And also thanks for the Celtic Rock invite, but I’m feeling exceptionally reclusive right now. I don’t think I’m fit company to inflict upon anyone tonight.
But we should definitely get together soon. Maybe you and
would like to come over for dinner and a movie next week? Seitan stew or perhaps veggie pot pie?
I’m sorry you feel so awful. FWIW, I know that feeling. 🙁
I might be pretty busy next week, but let’s keep in touch about a dinner date… that sounds like fun.
Sounds good. We can pretty much work with your and
‘s schedule. Not like we have to worry about a double-booked dance card on this end . . .
I loathe and despise COBRA while simultaneously being glad that it’s existed for those times when I’ve really needed it.
Yep. I’m definitely all about the love/hate here. Sigh.
Just send in GI Joe!! (too obscure?)
Cobra Commander, rah!
Maybe you should come to Durham and play with wee little kittens this weekend. You could engage in sanctioned destruction by ripping wallpaper off my den. And I’ll make you cocoa.
*hugs* Bad stuff tends to happen all at once so we can enjoy the good stuff better. Hang on.
Cocoa, mmmm. Kittens, mmmm! Sigh. I shall have to experience the kitteny-sanctioned-destruction-flavored-cocoa vicariously, I fear. But I appreciate the thought.
COBRA is crazy stuff. :/ I never understood how it’s much of a benefit when it costs five pounds of flesh to keep up. Hope it straightens out soon…
Thanks. Yeah, I’m not exactly rapturous about how it’s working out thus far. I’d drop it like an anvil, but I can’t risk a lapse in health insurance. Foo.
As expensive as COBRA is, you’d think they could at least get the info in the computer. Insurance companies SUCK. As far as the insomnia, I suffer from that too. I sleep maybe 3 or 4 hours before I’m up for 4 or 5 hours. My pain specialist just prescribed me Ambien which I’ll start taking Sunday night. I’ll let you know if it works.
My neurologist prescribed clonazepam for my wing stub flare-ups per its muscle-relaxant indications. I haven’t had wing pains for a while–one positive outcome of no longer being a cubicle monkey–so I haven’t been taking it. But it’s a potent sedative. I slept like the mostly-dead when I took it. Tempting to pop a pill if my insomnia persists . . .
So, did you fall from grace or did you just leave Heaven voluntarily? 😉
Hee! I think I’m still working on the ascent . . . or descent. My husband and I still debate whether I’m sprouting wings or Cthulu tentacles. My doctor, the stick-in-the-mud, assures me they’re just an extra set of ribs in my neck pressing on my Thoracic nerve (Thoracic Outlet Syndrome), but what does he know?
My ears pricked up at the word Rheumatologist. I was going to ask why you’re seeing one. Man that sucks about COBRA. I think that’s one reason I keep my crappy job. I need the insurance coverage. *hugs* I hope you feel better soon. I can relate to the reclusiveness. At times I just want to sit in my cave away from everyone.
Yeah, just about the only thing I miss about my job is the health bennies. Sigh.
I’ve got to see a Rheumatologist because I’ve got Mixed Connective Tissue Disorder (MCTD) which was initially diagnosed as lupus. These days I usually just tell people it’s lupus, ’cause they’ve at least heard of that, and while it’s true, I’ve got other malfunctioning connective tissue issues in addition. Lucky me.
So yeah, I can’t risk letting my health insurance lapse. I’m on long-term meds to control my flare-ups, and I need to get my blood tested every six weeks to make sure my meds aren’t destroying my liver, and I need to see my Rheumatologist regularly so he can make sure I’m holding steady on the med dosages.
There are some dings in my skin suit.
My sister and my niece both have lupus. I have fibromyalgia and osteoarthritis in my hands and knees. I’ve been seeing a rhuematologist since October. *hugs* Being chronically ill can suck at times.