A few days from now marks the one-year anniversary of my Daddy’s glad morning, the one on which he flew away.
Some things about the last year have been very difficult; some things have been blessedly easy. We, my mom and sister and I, have figured it out as we went . . . → Read More: They Wrote These Things, and then She Wrote This Thing, and then I Wrote This Thing, and THEN THEIR PRESIDENT CALLED (and also — OS:S in the E-T on the 05/05/13)
On January 13th, two days after the D&C, Big Insurance sent me a newsletter email the subject of which is: “Make the most of your health benefits in 2010.”
I’ve been collecting the D&C-related bills and the ding-ding-ding! on the Met My Deductible Meter has already sounded. So thank you, Aetna, for the brilliant suggestion. And don’t . . . → Read More: What Do You Get When Big Insurance Incompetency Mates with Hospital Accounts Fumbling? A Pen Pal!
Sunday afternoon, sitting in bed, dining room table shopping on the Internet, refraining from saying the hateful things that spring to my mind periodically as my uterus tries to cramp the rest of me into tearful submission. I’m pretty much done with the crying. Even if uterus and broken cervix team up, . . . → Read More: Waiting Out the Nothingness with an Eye Toward Sticking It To Big Insurance and a Passion for Reallllllly Looooooooongish Post Titles