Tuesday, December 8, 2009

I can't function.

I'm on hold with my American insurance company, listening to a looping message about managing stress.

This makes me want to punch a hole in the wall.

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I have nothing witty or supportive to say today. Officially, I am drained and more than a little discouraged. Don't feel like talking about it... for once, har har.

P.S. I tried to get private insurance in the UK but I can't even be treated for pre-existing conditions for 5 years. FML. I've run out of options.

4 comments:

Liz Anatasia said...

Fuck insurance, man. That is all I have to say.

Flushed said...

I hope you feels better soon...and no bones get compromised in the process.

PrettyWreck said...

Oh my god. 5 years?
I never thought I'd say America is better in some way, but holy hell. That's disgusting.

Hopefully reform passes soon.







At my shrinks office, they have this hold message. It's this guy, talking in this sickeningly sweet voice about how "At ____, we're here to help -you-." And it's this lilting, overly sweet voice, that's sort of...scary. I mean, it's really scary. Every time I hear it, I imagine he's a serial killer, saying all that stuff while sawing off the limbs of living victims a la some strange Japanese horror flick.

Ugh.

I hope things get better. I'm here if you need to rant.

Ana's Girl said...

Insurance is a bitch, ALWAYS. Hope everything works out soon, love.

 
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