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.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
I can't function.
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3 comments:
Fuck insurance, man. That is all I have to say.
I hope you feels better soon...and no bones get compromised in the process.
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.
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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.
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