(If you're my mother-in-law, don't read any further!)
(If you're my mother, don't you read any further, either!)
I had a victim for today's Wednesday Wonder, but she will have to wait one more week because I am exhausted and the last 24 hours have been sort of stressful.
Spouse's last day of work is Friday - which is a good thing.
But he doesn't have a new job yet - which is not such a good thing.
And along with the no job thing, we just learned - as of yesterday at 3:37 p.m. - there is also a no insurance thing. Instead of the insurance lasting for 30 days after the end of his employment (as was thought), it ends at midnight Friday.
That's just plain annoying.
And a little anxiety-inducing.
So I've spent today making sure that all prescriptions are current, all doctor's appointments and blood work are crammed into the next two days (the doctor wanted to check something with Spouse), all C-PAP machine equipment is up to date. And, OF COURSE, there were issues and problems and forced maneuvering and blah, blah, blah.
But you know what really bites?
As of January 1, the insurance plan reduced my shrink's $20 co-pay to $15! And I'm not even going to get to take advantage of it!!! I can't bring myself to look at how much they've reduced the shock-therapy charges.... I guess I'm back to sticking forks into the electrical outlets.
And don't get me started on those C-PAP people! I'm not even going to go through it all here, but let's just say that if they needed an ID number for Spouse's mask, they should have told me they needed an ID number for Spouse's mask - rather than make me run home (yet again) to search it out.
The generic drugs have gone from a $10/$20 co-pay to a $0 co-pay. Unfortunately, my long term drug of choice can't be refilled until January 6.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I missed the free refill boat by seven lousy days!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I feel like Charlie Brown when Lucy snatches the football away at the last second.
I'm honestly not worried about any of this - and for more than one reason:
1. Worrying doesn't change or accomplish anything. It only makes you feel worse.
2. Worrying is stupid because if your worst fears come true, worrying didn't prevent it. And if things turn out okay, you've just wasted a lot of time for nothing.
3. People who worry get sick more. (And we, like, don't need any of that right now!)
4. Jesus can take the wheel on this one. I completely trust that He will handle things better than I ever could.
5. I've already converted my worry into something productive: a poem/story for children. It's all about a slug. Named Doug. Who was a thug. Go ahead - laugh - but I'm sitting on a classic. I can feel it. (Wait'll you see what he does to a bug named Ned. Who's on his way to bed. With his little brother, Ted. It's very exciting - a real page-turner.)
On a serious note, I believe in the strength and joy that comes from being a Pollyanna. I could get all upset about learning our insurance terminates in three days rather than three weeks. But I'd rather focus on the positive: I got three days advance notice. I may not be able to cover every base (or drug), but I've taken care of everything that could be taken care of. I couldn't have done that if I found out three days AFTER Friday.
So I can be glad that I got enough notice to take care of things.
And I am.
I still want to smack the C-PAP people, though....
