It must be Wednesday.
It must be, one of those days that I actually have off from work, and I actually have time to sit down and look at my poor pathetic blog, and make a mental note to myself that I will make time to blog every night, I will make time to find humorous things to say and blah blah blah.
Yeah so.
It is New Year's Eve. Or NYE...I saw that as an abbreviation somewhere, and seriously I don't know if I am just stupid or slow, or if I just don't think in acroynyms, or what, but I couldn't get it for like 2 days. Then out of no where I was like OHHH, NYE= New Year's Eve. Whatever.
Anyhow, it's NYE, and people keep asking me what I am doing? What am I doing? Seriously? I am almost 7 months pregnant, with a 15 month old at home, who has to work tomorrow at 7am. What do you think I am doing? Downing a fifth of Jack, while making out with my lover at the top of the Motel 6? No, not really. I will more than likely have Subway for dinner, because I got one of those 20 dollar gift cards from my MIL, and then I will feed the demon, bathe the demon, put the demon to bed, and then iron my clothes, wash the dishes, and take my grande pregnant ass to bed. Sorry folks, I am boring. Sue me. Or rather, don't, we don't have anything.
Wondering what's been going on in my life lately? Me too, find out and let me know.
I'll be posting little updates throughout the day, just wanted to jump on and let you know that I was alive, if anyone cares, and that I will be back.
Happy New Year's to all you fine folk, and I hope your Christmas, and other various holidays that people celebrate during the holiday season were all wonderful.
12:40 PM | Labels: it must be wednesday | 0 Comments
Life just seems so unfair
**Warning** I am in one of those moods. The bitter, angry, I am just going to say it and not care what anyone thinks moods.
Firstly- I work full time waiting on tables. I work on average, 9-10 hours a day. Monday's are usually shorter days. But I work 5 days a week. I pay for my health insurance for myself, my kid, Mister Man, out of my paycheck. This adds up to $748 a month in health insurance. Being that I work mainly for tips, my paycheck doesn't amount to much of anything after the health insurance is taken out. Mister Man, has yet to see a doctor. I see a doctor once a month, due to the Bean, and my thyroid condition. Bear sees the doctor, what every couple months? I feel that the health insurance is worth it for my Bear. I like his doctor, I like how they take care of him, and they make me feel like he is healthy and I am doing something right. I like my female doctor, I like my Primary doctor. I like the fact that they make me healthy, or make me feel like I am healthy.
Here's the catch. NEVER EVER go to the emergency room, if you have a deductible plan. NEVER EVER go to the emergency room, if you have a plan that last year used to be good, but this year, your boss tried to save some money on his premiums, got your work place a plan that royally screws over the paying people.
Back in September, I went to the emergency room. I had been puking my guts up, and having other problems, for like 7 hours. I was not able to keep anything down. As soon as I drank something, up it would come within seconds. I was scared. I was newly pregnant, and the thought of depriving my developing child of much needed nutrients, made me even more sick. So off I went. In my haze, the attendant, told me that my co-pay would be $180. No big deal right? I wrote out the check, illegibly, I am sure.
Fast forward a month later. I get a bill in the mail. For $330. OK. Some charges that I was unaware of, something I obviously didn't read in my EoC.(estimate of charges, or something). No big deal. Big deal was, the date is was due, was 3 days after I got the bill. OK, waa?! Whatever, we'll eat beans this week. No big deal, right?
Wrong.
Today, in the mail, I received another bill. This one for $820. W T F??
Apparently, the emergency room doctors get paid, and then the ER itself gets paid.
FOR WHAT?! 3 bags of IV fluid, and a shot that helped me not throw up for 12 hours. Please.
So I called the Insurance Company. The lady that helped me, was very nice, and kind. Explained everything to me in a voice that helped me not react the way I thought I was going to react. Helped me understand that my boss is a major jerkface who only cares about himself. Like I needed that revelation.
Anyhow, yeah. I have some other things that I will be posting here soon, to keep up the reader, or readers, or whatever. I have some pictures to share, some other nice thoughts to share and some Tags to do. I haven't been able to keep up lately with anything, but I will solve the thirst of my mind in just a sec.
12:55 PM | Labels: insurance, whine, work | 0 Comments
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