The several feet of snow that we have is being slowly melted away.
A few days ago was the 2 year anniversary of my Grandma’s death.
My maternal uncle’s mother died yesterday.
February is now a very bad month for my cousins.
I went to bed earlier than I have been lately hoping to get up earlier… it didn’t work.
As I was willing myself to get out of bed I received a group text.
At first I thought that my abusive sister somehow got ahold of my new number and somehow got around the fact that I have her blocked because the names are listed in alphabetical order, but it was from my Dad.
My Dad sent a group text to me, my sister, my mom’s sister, and his mother.
He was letting us know that my Mom was currently in the ER with a suspected gall bladder infection.
She is alone because of Covid restrictions.
I cannot go and be with my Dad and brother because I am isolating as much as possible while I wait my turn for my vaccine.
I yelled the F word several times after reading the text, texted my Dad privately to be certain it wasn’t visible to my sister and then forced myself to get out of bed.
It was time for my afternoon meds. I grabbed two wrong medication organizers before finally grabbing the correct one and getting my meds in me.
I got my teeth brushed, pulled on a hoodie, got my glasses on and called my husband at work to inform him of the death in the family and that my Mom was in the ER.
I worried over the phone to my husband about the fact that my sister might now have my new number because she was part of the group text.
I needed breakfast.
I opened the wrong cabinet and tried to put my juice glass on my Keurig instead of my mug.
I eventually managed to get my juice in my juice glass, my coffee and creamer in my mug, and my milk and cereal in my bowl.
I ate breakfast and took care of some of my normal daily routines on my phone while eating.
I posted to Facebook about what is going on with my family.
I got another group text from my Dad letting us know that a cat scan ruled out a gall bladder infection. Mom has really bad reflux, still unsure why, but she should be coming home from the ER soon. He’ll update us when he knows more.
I texted my husband with the updated information. I told him that I am still worried about why her reflux is so bad all the time, but that right now the fact that the anniversary of her mother’s death is only a few days ago and the fact that there was just another death in the family might have something to do with it.
I wrote a comment on my Facebook post giving everyone updated information. (Minus my hypothesis as to what’s causing her current reflux issues.)
Now I’m sitting here writing this post because it’s #PepperDay and I didn’t know what else to write about.
I’m sitting here trying to find the motivation to get up and take the shower that I still need to take today.
I’m sorry that my posts have been such downers two months in a row now.
Long time readers of this blog will remember that this used to be a place where I would come to talk about big and challenging things that were happening in my life, or big and challenging things that had happened in my past.
And then I changed things up a bit, deleted some old posts due to some changes in life circumstances, hoping that they would no longer be relevant.
And then I stopped blogging altogether for a while, although I still considered myself a blogger.
Fair warning: This post is going to be a bit heavier than the sort of stuff I’ve written about for a while, but I’m hoping to keep it to a fairly short summary of my last 4 years (give or take).
4 years and 2 months ago in November the US election happened, and, although I am a fairly privileged white woman, I was terrified.
4 years and 1 month ago, 2 days after Christmas, my parents house burned down. An electric blanket that my Dad was asleep under caught on fire. My Dad was lucky to escape with only minor injuries.
4 years ago when the fire happened I still lived across the country from my parents. I spent all my time afterwards organizing things online to get them the help they needed, including creating a fundraiser.
4 years ago at the end of April my mother was finally given permission to let me know that my sister not only was pregnant, but had actually had the baby about 4 months earlier on Christmas day, 2 days before the fire. I had not been in contact with my sister for several years because she is abusive, but during the time that she was pregnant I had been trying to reestablish contact and give her another chance. I did not know that she was pregnant when I was reaching out to her. She never responded to my attempts to contact her. She could have told me she was pregnant, but instead I was the last person in our family to find out when my niece was already 4 months old.
4 years ago at the end of April I tentatively reestablish contact with my sister.
4 years ago in May my Grandfather suffered a major heart attack, had quadruple bypass surgery and was fitted with a pacemaker. He was then readmitted to the hospital later in the month because of an infection and has been in and out of the hospital over the last few years because his heart condition causes him breathing issues.
4 years ago in July my parents and my brother were able to move into their rebuilt house.
4 years ago in July my husband, Curtis, found out that the project that he’d been working with for almost 10 years was going to be moving to a different company and everyone would be losing their jobs by October. We had a choice for him to try to find another job within the company or take the severance package and try to find another job in Utah or move back to Connecticut. We ultimately decide to try to stay with the same company.
4 years ago in September Curtis started a work from home position within the same company.
4 years ago shortly before Christmas Curtis finds out that his new position is going away. This time there won’t even be a severance package. We have no choice but to move across the country to live with family. We set up a fundraiser to help us do that.
3 years ago in January we leave Utah and drive a U-Haul truck filled with all our belongings across the country to Connecticut. Along the way we spend one night with my sister and we meet her child for the first time.
3 years ago in January, 2 days after meeting my sister’s child for the first time we are driving through a blizzard in Ohio when I get a text from my sister. She informs me that she will be moving into the room at my parent’s house that was promised to us and tells us that we need to find somewhere else to stay. She is only supposed to stay a month.
3 years ago in January we arrive at my parent’s rebuilt house. We stay a week before having to move in with my in-law’s in a different part of the state.
3 years ago in February we realize that my sister is refusing to leave. We cannot stay long-term with my in-law’s because they rent an apartment. We move in with my Grandparent’s next door to my parents.
3 years ago in March Curtis finally found a job in Connecticut. He is working second shift.
3 years ago in June my sister finally moves out of my parents house. She had been abusive to everyone the entire time she was there. She moved in in January, was supposed to be gone by February but stayed for 6 months even though my parents wanted her to leave. She had a house that she could have moved back to at anytime while Curtis and I were homeless and staying with family who never planned on having us living with them.
3 years ago in June Curtis and I are finally able to move into the room that we were supposed to be living in since our move from Utah. My sister throws a fit when she finds out that we moved in.
2 years ago in February my Grandmother on my Mom’s side dies. She had been sick for a while and eventually slipped into a coma. My family had to make the decision to let her go because it’s what she would have wanted. My sister was around constantly and was abusive towards my mother who was losing her mother. I was unable to truly grieve of be a part of my grandmother’s funeral as I might have wanted to be because all my time was spent trying to deal with the trauma of my abusive sister making everything about her. I was overwhelmed.
2 years ago in February and March my sister finally leaves again and I help my Mom and Aunt clean out my Grandmother’s apartment.
2 years ago in April Curtis starts a new job. We go from going to bed at 5:30am to getting up at 5:30am.
2 years ago in September I self diagnosed myself as being autistic. My brother, who was living in the room right next to ours, had finally gotten his autism diagnosis in his mid 20s. He and I are polar opposites, he needs constant noise and is loud where I need quiet and am quiet myself, but when I realized that autism presents differently in everyone, everything finally made sense. I finally understood why living in such a loud house since we were able to move in was so traumatic for me, among other things.
1 year ago in January I finally start to get help for my extreme anxiety. I go on medication. I go through a few different people before finding the right fit. (Mainly someone who actually believes autism is a thing…) I am unable to continue talk therapy because it is too expensive, I am only able to continue to see the person who prescribes my meds.
1 year ago at the end of January my mother slips into a deep depression when the grief of losing her mother catches up with her. I am left to pick up the slack around the house. She seeks help, gets back on medications (this isn’t her first bout with depression) and is finally starting to feel like herself again when…
10 months ago in March the Pandemic hits. Life changes for everyone. My mom must wait longer before returning to work.
4 months ago in September my husband and I magically buy ourselves a condo during the middle of a pandemic. We become first time homeowners.
4 months ago in September I am no longer living at my parents house and can now officially cut my narcissistic abusive sister out of my life again.
2 months ago the election happens. There is much stress until the election is finally called.
1 month ago around Christmas my body and brain decide that now that we have our own place again I can start to process all the trauma of the last 4 years, starting with the house fire. I have been living in trauma for the last 4 years nonstop.
Just a couple of weeks ago there was domestic terrorism in Washington DC and I seriously began to doubt my brain’s sense of timing.
So, that is an abbreviated (believe it or not) rundown of all the serious things that happened over the last 4 years (give or take) and all of the trauma that I am trying to work through now.
I felt that you all deserved to know what was happening while I had disappeared from my blog. Hopefully my next #PepperDay🌶 post will be more lighthearted.
It’s already been a full month since last Pepper Day and I don’t know where all that time went to. Although there was certainty a lot that happened since I last wrote on here.
I’ll start with the good news, we are fully moved into our new condo now! It is feeling more and more like home everyday and it is so wonderful to have all of our decorative items out again.
But then shortly after we finally got ourselves fully moved into the condo our car’s transmission FAILED while my husband was on the highway driving into work a couple of Fridays ago. He used our AAA membership and got it towed to the nearest garage. One of my dear friends gifted us the money for rental car while ours was in the shop.
Then last Sunday, the day before our car was supposed to be ready to picked up, my husband found out that one of his coworkers that he works in close quarters with tested positive for coronavirus, and we both had to quarantine while we waited for the results of his Covid test which he wasn’t able to get until Tuesday. (A week from his last likely exposure.)
So, he couldn’t go into work, but there were still a whole bunch of virtual meetings for him to attend throughout the week because he is on the committee that was planning this year’s virtual Staff Retreat.
The Staff Retreat happened today and it all went well and they all had a good time.
We also got his test results back today, even though we were told to expect it to take much longer. He tested negative. So he now gets to go back to working in person tomorrow. This week should have resulted in a lot of overtime, but since he had to quarantine, we’re just lucky he’s getting paid for 40 hours.
The missing overtime is going to hurt because fixing the car was ridiculously expensive and our first mortgage payment is due in a few days.
And speaking of our mortgage, we’re unsure who exactly we’re supposed to be paying it to.
When we signed all the paperwork we were informed that another mortgage company was going to be handling our mortgage than the one we initially worked with to get the loan. We’ve been in constant contact with that company and they don’t see us in their system, or they only partially see us.
Then today we got something in the mail from our original mortgage company telling us how much to pay them and when it was due.
From what we can tell, the second mortgage company will eventually be handling our mortgage and all our payments will go to them, but apparently the wheels of mortgage grind slowly and we should pay the original company until we get notified that the second company officially has our file.
This would have been really nice information to have during the closing…
So, to recap: we’ve moved in, our car has been fixed and my husband doesn’t have coronavirus.
Overall, I guess it hasn’t been all that horrible of a month.
If you read my post from yesterday you know about how much of a nightmare my last visit to a Doctor’s office was and how that nightmare continued when we received bills because they didn’t bill our insurance correctly.
That was the third time in a little more than a year where I was billed for things that should have been covered by insurance because the Doctor’s offices either coded things wrong or neglected to code them at all.
The first time I was charged for a pap smear that should have been completely covered by insurance. I fought that for as long as I could, but ultimately the Doctor’s office refused to fix the codes and I ended up paying for it out of my own pocket. I would have continued to fight it, but I didn’t have the time or energy as I was in the middle of preparing to move again after only 2 years.
The second time I was charged for one of my Depo Provera birth control injections. Birth Control is 100% supposed to be covered by insurance. This experience taught me that these injections that you need to get every 3-4 months are stupid expensive. Several hundred dollars expensive. During this go round my insurance was actually very helpful and talked to my Doctor’s office for me to tell them exactly what they needed to do to fix their mistake so that my insurance could pay. I did not end up paying for this.
And then the latest was what I wrote about yesterday where both my husband and myself received bills because my new (one time only) Doctor’s office neglected to use any sort of billing code for the blood work they did on us. Billing code left blank means insurance can’t cover it. We are waiting to see if we have to continue to fight this, or if the lady in charge of billing at that Doctor’s office will decide to actually do her job.
With all of this, I’m done. I had been told that I would only be able to use Depo Provera as my form of birth control for a couple of years before I would have to switch to another form because of the possible risks of staying on this form of birth control long term. After attempting to switch Doctor’s to one that was closer and then finding out that the place that we chose doesn’t even do birth control injections (despite saying they did when the appointments were set up), I’ve decided to just go off birth control for a while again rather than try to find yet another place to get it from. I considered switching to something more long term like an IUD, but I’m not comfortable with the idea of having something implanted in my body. Especially now that I’m unsure of what sort of healthcare I’m going to have access to in the next few years. I know that depending on the type I chose I wouldn’t have to worry about having it removed for 5-10 years, but what if something went wrong with it before then? Not to mention the fact that I’m not confident about what the state of healthcare will be even 10 years from now.
So for now, I’m done. We’ll see if I decide to try again to find a new Doctor in about a year or so.
So, Curtis and I thought we had scheduled our yearly physicals with a real Doctor’s Office today… I don’t know what that place was, but I sure as hell know it wasn’t a Doctor’s Office. The “waiting room” is also the place they draw blood. The exam rooms have old, dirty, nasty carpeting and at least one of them had a bucket of some sort suspended under a large hole in the ceiling. We did get somewhat of an exam and had blood drawn, but we never actually saw a doctor. The “Nurse” that we did see came out with the phrase “when I stopped practicing Western Medicine…” near the beginning of her talking with us and it all went downhill from there.
She proceeded to shame me for my use of Depo Provera as my method of birth control and told me that she didn’t want anybody putting “outside chemicals” in their body. (Or something along those lines.) She then had the nerve to actually recommend that we use much less effective forms of birth control. When we set up the appointment a couple of months ago we were told that me getting the Depo Provera shot that I was due for would be absolutely no problem… Turns out they don’t stock that medication because they don’t believe in it. They ended up sending someone to another Doctor’s Office to pick up a vial so I could get the shot that they said would be no problem. She didn’t even know that the shot isn’t done monthly.
She also shamed me for my choice to not have children or a job. Apparently my life is meaningless and pointless.
She also actually used the phrase “eat only God-made food”. Well, at this point my filter broke and I actually asked her, out loud, if she was going to pay for the food that she wanted us to eat. She was very confused. And when I asked her if she realized that we were on a tight budget she actually thought that bringing up the fact that she had 14 children was relevant. …Lady, it is not my problem that you chose to have 14 children, nor do I care. Your children have nothing to do with the fact that we didn’t ask for your opinion on our food choices.
All we wanted was a basic yearly physical, not to have to listen to you rant and rave about “chem trails” and “God made food” and your hatred for “Western Medicine”. When we called to set up our appointment someone should have made it very clear to us exactly what kind of place it was.
Needless to say, we will never, ever be returning to that place.
My rage over the way that I was treated and my distrust of anything that they had to say meant that that visit was absolutely pointless. We wasted our one free yearly checkup because I was never going to have any contact with them again, including to call them back about the blood work results. There was no way that I was going to trust their interpretation of those results anyway.
And then earlier this month Curtis and I both received bills in the mail from the company that did all the testing on our blood work. Those bills said that absolutely none of the blood work that was done was covered by our insurance.
When we contacted our insurance company we found out that they would happily cover the blood work if the company would simply enter a “preventative” reason code on the billing instead of leaving it blank.
We were then told by the company that handled the blood work that the Doctor’s office would have to contact them to give them the codes.
And when we contacted the Doctor’s office we found out that the person who handles the billing had already left for the day, so we had to leave a message.
And now we hope that the person who handles the billing will actually do their job so we won’t have to have any further contact with that place.
I have this really bad habit of composing blog posts in my head while I’m lying in bed in the early morning hours wishing I was sleeping.
This habit wouldn’t be so bad if any of those blog posts actually made it onto my blog the next day. Most of the time by the next day the only thing I can remember is that I had an idea for a blog post, but the specifics of the idea are gone.
I’ve thought about just getting up out of bed and writing the post right then, but my sleep schedule is already messed up as it is. The same goes for picking up my phone and writing a quick note to remind myself. I’m already trying desperately to fall asleep, so I’m not about to let the light from my phone be another excuse for my brain to continue to stay wide awake for longer. Not to mention the fact that I don’t want to wake my sleeping husband who usually only has a few to a couple more hours to sleep before he has to get up by the time I head to bed.
So instead I lie in bed and remember that once again I didn’t post anything on my blog the day before, feel guilty for neglecting my blog and start to mentally compose yet another blog post that will (literally) never see the light of day.
When it is day and I have the opportunity to actually post something on my blog, I usually have no idea what I might want to say.
Not much of interest has been going on in my life lately.
My husband and I splurged and bought ourselves Samsung Galaxy S7 phones. This is the first time we’ve ever had the most recent model of anything and we’re hoping that it will buy us a bit more time before these become obsolete. There was a bit of drama where it had been several days and our “overnight shipping” order still hadn’t even finished processing and it took calling the company we bought from a couple of times to discover that we had somehow created “Schrödinger’s Payment”. You see, the payment was showing as “paid” and “not paid” at the very same time. A weird series of glitches happened while paying for our order and once the correct department was aware our order finished processing and our phones were finally shipped.
Only to then temporarily be taken hostage by FedEx. We missed the original delivery and instead of delivering the phones to the apartment complex office like the driver was supposed to he took them back to the FedEx location with him to attempt to deliver them the next day. Curtis even got a ride to the FedEx location only to not be able to get the package because his ID still has our old address on it. The phones were successfully delivered the next day though.
I also successfully (I hope) fought with my doctor’s office billing department to get them to fix a mistake that they made that caused me to be billed for things that my insurance would happily pay for completely if only they were coded correctly. To my surprise my insurance company happily backed me up and left a message with my doctor’s office letting them know that it was on them to fix this simple error and told them exactly what they needed in order to be able to cover my claim properly.
I also learned during this time that my Depo Provera birth control injections are stupid expensive and that I am super happy that my insurance covers them 100% when billed correctly.
This was the second time that I’ve been billed for preventative care that should be paid for by my insurance (because it’s the law) because they coded something wrong, only the first time they refused to fix it and I just paid for it out of my own pocket because I didn’t have the time or energy to fight it. We decided not to risk having something like this happen again and found another, more convenient, Doctor’s Office nearby that takes our insurance. We will meet our new doctor in the beginning of October.
I’ve mostly been keeping myself entertained lately via TV, reading (Sack Nasty, The Erratic Sun, and A Death On Skunk Street. Buy these books!), social media, Pinterest, (is that a form of social media? I literally just gave in and tried it a few days ago and have just started to understand it.) and playing Pokémon Go with my husband.
I did have my husband help me cut my hair again a couple nights ago. I decided I wanted to do something different and these were the results:
I’ll end this post with a couple of examples of what me and my cat look like when we’re turned into art by another one of my latest obsessions, Prisma.
Those two things actually have nothing to do with each other though.
On Monday the set of markers that I’ve wanted for years and recently went ahead and ordered arrived in the mail. I now am fairly certain I have all the colors that this company has to offer.
I haven’t had the chance to do anything with these new markers though, because very early Tuesday morning I noticed my cat, Teddy Bear, seemed to be licking his behind an excessive amount. Him being a cat though it can sometimes be hard to figure out what’s behavior to be worried about and what is just normal cat neuroticism. This turned out to be the worrying type because when I finally fought my way to a look at his behind I noticed a sore.
We’ve been down this road before, so I knew that this was probably an anal gland that was either about to burst or had already burst.
He’d just been at the vet’s office a few days ago for a pedicure and now he had to go back.
So I woke my husband at around 3am and informed him that we had a problem and that he’d have to call the vet when he got up in a few hours and see if they could see our cat that day.
And then he’d have to bundle our cat into his carrier, walk to the bus stop, take one bus to the end of the line and then switch to another bus to get to the vet’s office to drop him off.
And then he could go into work for the day.
They were able to see our cat, and my home diagnosis was correct, one of his anal glands had burst on him again. They’d have to put him under for the procedure to fix him up, but there was a problem. They noticed a heart murmur and would have to do an x-ray to determine the seriousness of it before they could anesthetize him.
And the x-ray was going to pretty much double the cost of his treatment.
We told them to go ahead and do the x-ray and let us know what the results were.
And then we waited…
Around 3pm my husband called them for an update and found out that they hadn’t even given him the x-ray yet. My husband asked them again to call us with the results and we continued to wait.
Around 5pm they called my husband and let him know that the entire procedure went well and they wanted us to come pick him up around 6pm.
So much for calling us after the x-ray..
We were lucky enough to have one of my husband’s co-workers offer to let us borrow his car to pick up our cat and avoided having to take buses there and back during rush hour.
He’s on pain meds for the next few days and they want to see him back in 2 weeks.
And during those 2 weeks he has to wear a cone.
We filed our taxes as soon as my husband’s W-2 became available.
And then received additional tax forms in the mail.
Luckily the forms would not effect our refund amounts, but they did mean that we would need to amend our taxes.
We’ll be waiting to file until after we receive those forms from now on. Doing taxes once a year is enough for me.
But, like I said, we filed our taxes as soon as we could, so that we would receive our refunds from the Federal and State governments as soon as possible.
No big fun plans for those refunds, just lots of debt to pay off. And the sooner it was paid off the better.
Our federal refund showed up first and very quickly most of that money was transferred from our bank account to the various accounts of those we owed money to.
A couple hundred to our doctor’s office to pay off what they decided we owed after a visit that was supposed to be covered completely by our insurance last year. Attempts to get them to fix their mistake went nowhere fast, so it was just easier to pay the debt and make the entire thing go away.
Several hundred each to our Care Credit cards to pay off all the debt that we racked up the year before through all the dental work that we both needed done after not seeing a dentist for well over a decade.
We had plans to pay of some off our credit card debt, build up our depleted savings, and resume saving for retirement again with the refund that we had coming from the State. We had hopes that we’d have something left from that to do something fun as well.
And then we received a bill from our dentist letting us know that we actually capped out on what our insurance would cover during 2015, so insurance didn’t pay as much as they thought they would, and we now owed them over $800. And could we please make that payment within 10 days?
So much for not having anymore debt on our Care Credit cards for a while… thank goodness we just paid them off though.
So we made another plan on how to pay off this new debt. And then I got sick. For a month. With the chest cold from hell. (Still have an annoying cough that just won’t quite go away. I’m soooo close to being completely better though.)
And then last week our cat pounced onto the bottom shelf of one of our rather old, kinda cheap end tables one to many times and one of the little plastic feet broke off.
We had been talking about buying new end tables soon, but we didn’t expect it to be quite so soon.
So another plan for what to do with our tax refund went out the window.
Our State tax refund finally showed up…
and very quickly was scattered among various payments to others.
To buy new end tables and new cushions for our outdoor furniture.
A payment to Care Credit to start to pay down this new, unexpected debt.
A payment to our credit card, to help pay down our older debt.
A payment to the Utah Transit Authority to refill our transit cards and enable us to be able to continue to use public transportation.
A transfer to our savings account so that our emergency fund might actually be useful in an emergency.
And a transfer to Curtis’ IRA to make sure that we’ve at least saved something toward his retirement this year. (Our retirement savings years end in July, the month he was born in.)
Being an adult is not nearly as much fun as I thought it would be when I was yearning to grow up as a kid…
But I have to say there is a definite sense of accomplishment in having paid off so much debt. Even if it was only temporarily for some of it.
The first shopping trip that we went on after our move our first shopping cart, which we had been using for about 6 months or so, hit a curb wrong and one of the front wheels shattered. We were able to tip it back on its back wheels and limp home with it, but that was clearly the last time that we would be using that shopping cart.
So we ordered a new, bigger shopping cart. One that we hoped would be more sturdy and last us a bit longer.
We used it for one shopping day. A trip to Costco and back home, and a trip to a grocery store and back home.
It was unhappy with the kitty litter, plus other groceries, that it had to carry home from Costco, but it made it home in one piece.
It also didn’t like the snowdrifts that it had to be dragged through on the way to and from the grocery store, but it made it home again.
A month later it was time for us to go grocery shopping again. There was a lot that we knew needed to stock up on, so we brought the cart, our backpacks, and a couple of duffle bags to carry all of our purchases home.
The cart made it to Costco just fine.
We did our shopping and proceeded to pack all of the things from our Costco cart into our bags and collapsible shopping cart. Everything fit and we started on our way home.
Everything was going well until we went to cross the set of 6 railroad tracks that were between us and home.
While crossing those tracks the back axle of our cart bent out of shape and the cart no longer wanted to roll.
We made it across the tracks and limped up to the next intersection where we decided that we needed to call someone for help. As Curtis pulled his phone out a guy in a big pickup truck stopped at the light and asked us if we needed any help. We let him know that we did and he pulled into the parking lot next to us and offered to give us a ride home. He and his 2 passengers helped us load our bags and fully loaded busted cart into the back of his truck and saved us from a very frustrating 2 or so miles of fighting to get our cart home.
Unfortunately, our shopping day was not yet over. We no longer had a cart to use since our most recent one only lasted through one shopping day, but we still needed to get our groceries. So we grabbed a bunch of bags and headed out to the store.
As we had finished loading our groceries into our bags and were about to start our hike back home, around midnight in the freezing cold, a guy in a car pulled up and asked us if we were planning on walking home with all that. When we told him that we were planning on walking a couple miles or so back home, he too offered us a ride. He said that he was watching us get all geared up and thought, “oh dear, that doesn’t look like it’s just for a walk across the parking lot” and decided to find out just how far we were planning on walking and see if he could help us out.
We were very grateful to both of the good samaritans that stopped and helped us out that day. Unfortunately, I probably repaid their kindness by getting them sick.
Throughout the day I had been slowly developing an annoying cough. I thought that it was probably just due to the bad air quality, but the next day I woke up sick.
The stress of the cart breaking the day before, and then once we were home for the day opening the mail to find that our dental insurance hadn’t paid as much as our dentist expected them to in 2015 and we owed them over $850 and they wanted their money in 10 days… that probably did my immune system no favors.
So I woke up with a horrible chest cold. And immediately thought that exposing those good samaritans to my illness, even though I had no idea that I was sick yet, was a really shitty way to repay them for their kindness.
I was sick with a fever ranging from 101.6 to as high as 102.9 for a few days after until my fever finally broke. At that point I was left with the chest cold from hell. People were urging me to go to a doctor, but I wasn’t going to spend money that I didn’t have for a trip to the doctor for a chest cold since the fever was gone. Not to mention that the air quality had gotten worse and I would have had to walk a couple miles, plus take public transit to get to the doctor and back. I was avoiding that horrible air outside like the plague…
Now it’s almost a month later and I’m just now almost feeling back to normal. My voice still hasn’t returned and my cough isn’t completely gone yet, but I can tell that this illness is almost gone now.
I really hope that those nice people didn’t get as sick as I did, if they got sick at all.
I went to the doctor for what was supposed to be all preventative care a couple of months ago. I wasn’t sure how I felt about my actual doctor that day. My first impression/gut feeling was that she didn’t seem very friendly and seemed to be judgmental. She seemed impatient. She asked me about my weight but didn’t say a thing to my husband about his. (he’s really skinny and always has been.)
I was even less impressed when we found out that we would have to return the next day (not easy without a car) for blood tests because no one told us to fast for the appointment. And when we returned the next day the order for my blood work wasn’t even in the system. I was able to get the blood work done that day, but that was another point in the negative column for them.
I then got a bill for some of the services performed at that preventative care visit. There were things that were not coded as preventative so my insurance wouldn’t cover them. I talked to all the people who I was supposed to in order to get it fixed and thought that I had.
Only, early this morning I got a notification letting me know that I am still being billed for it.
The only reason I went to that doctor’s appointment in the first place was because it wasn’t supposed to cost me anything. But now I’m stuck with a bill that I have to try to figure out how to pay. Which will be harder than I first thought because it looks like they don’t accept the form of payment that I was planning on using.
I had a followup appointment scheduled for next week that I just cancelled today. I can’t afford to pay what I already owe them, so I’m not about to add to it. The appointment was for my blood pressure, which has been much lower lately anyway (even with all the stress in my life), so I’m not all that worried about it.
I shouldn’t have to cancel appointments because I can’t afford to pay for them, even with insurance. This is not how healthcare should work…