(Typing fast, I’ve only got two minutes…)
Wha-a-a-t! That’s not supposed to…! I just put that in there!
Context:Â Blue Cross helpfully said there were no deductibles on ileostomy supplies this year. Given our $10k deductible and a no-insurance catalog price of $995/month, that was a huge relief. They don’t tell you the fine points during the November enrollment period, nor do they answer the questions they don’t want you to know to ask.
So I was going, oh good. And then they said that oh by the way that one month supply that just shipped, same monthly amount as ever, was, as of this year, to hold me for the quarter. Wait, *what*! Are you out of your MINDS?!
And today, how stunningly bad an idea that was was staring hard at me.
It’s okay. My doctor’s office is on it. (But why should they have to be?)
Michelle was sitting in a cozy spot on this cold, rainy day. First time I ever saw a bluejay shaking itself off like a dog, or a very soaked squirrel, but I don’t think either would have cared for an offer of a hairdryer. Brrr.
Wrapped up in a blanket, hot mug of cocoa on the arm of the chair, laptop propped up on the other one, safe from all ills. It cheered me up just to look at her.
I plunked down at her feet. “Can I growl?”
She looked at me. “Okay, you got one minute of whine.”
“Stupid bag burst.”
“Oh,” wincing. She thought about it a moment. Then she threw her arms out from under her blanket in a magnanimous, wide-open gesture, and granted me, “For that, you may have TWO minutes of whine!”
We both burst out laughing, and that was the end of that. Hey, Michelle–you’re a good one. Thank you.
(Massachusetts voters: 60. It’s all in your hands tomorrow.)