Ugh. Little sucesses don't mean much sometimes. I just sucessfully hunted down a patient assistance program online for one of my medications. Albeit the most important one I take, it was only one in eight that I have to take care of, the next in line is the seizure med and then the drug that keeps me from getting icky pneumonia.
It is a pretty day, but I think I'm too stressed to enjoy it. My office mom just called to let me know that the money she wired me didn't get there, and that if the check I wrote posted, I would be $200 overdrawn. The other office just called to let me know that I'm going to have to re-file a whole bunch of claims and that they are having problems convincing the drug company to put me in the program...
I think I'm gonna go kick some ass at the insurance company. Anyone know of a good lawyer?
lexi
... ok, now that I've cooled down...
"For millions of years flowers have been growing thorns. And for millions of years the sheep have been eating them all the same. Is it not important to understad the reason why the flowers go to all the trouble to grow the thorns, when they are worthless? Is this war between the flowers and the sheep not important? Certainly it is far more important than the computations of a red-faced gentleman. If I myself know, a flower unique in all the world, who lives only on my planet, and one little sheep can destroy her with one single bite, one morning, without knowing what he is doing, isn't this important?
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Je me moquais bien de mon marteau, de mon boulon, de la soif et de la morte. Il y avait, sur une etoile, une planete, la mienne, la terre, un petit prince a consoler! Je le pris dans les bras. Je le bercai. Je lui disais: 'La fleaur qui to aimes n'est pas en danger... Je lui dessinerai une museliere, a ton mouton... Je te dessinerai une armure pour ta fleur... Je...' Je ne savais pas trop quoi dire. Je me sentais tres maladroit. Je ne savais comment l'atteindre, ou la rejoindre... C'est tellement mysterioux, le pays des larmes."
le petit prince, St. Exupery
It is a pretty day, but I think I'm too stressed to enjoy it. My office mom just called to let me know that the money she wired me didn't get there, and that if the check I wrote posted, I would be $200 overdrawn. The other office just called to let me know that I'm going to have to re-file a whole bunch of claims and that they are having problems convincing the drug company to put me in the program...
I think I'm gonna go kick some ass at the insurance company. Anyone know of a good lawyer?
lexi
... ok, now that I've cooled down...
"For millions of years flowers have been growing thorns. And for millions of years the sheep have been eating them all the same. Is it not important to understad the reason why the flowers go to all the trouble to grow the thorns, when they are worthless? Is this war between the flowers and the sheep not important? Certainly it is far more important than the computations of a red-faced gentleman. If I myself know, a flower unique in all the world, who lives only on my planet, and one little sheep can destroy her with one single bite, one morning, without knowing what he is doing, isn't this important?
...
Je me moquais bien de mon marteau, de mon boulon, de la soif et de la morte. Il y avait, sur une etoile, une planete, la mienne, la terre, un petit prince a consoler! Je le pris dans les bras. Je le bercai. Je lui disais: 'La fleaur qui to aimes n'est pas en danger... Je lui dessinerai une museliere, a ton mouton... Je te dessinerai une armure pour ta fleur... Je...' Je ne savais pas trop quoi dire. Je me sentais tres maladroit. Je ne savais comment l'atteindre, ou la rejoindre... C'est tellement mysterioux, le pays des larmes."
le petit prince, St. Exupery
cool
good luck w/the other things