The Cliffs of Insanity

After ponying up $143.93, I was given the keys to the kingdom car so that I could drive victoriously off the Saturn lot. I ran a couple of errands which included going by the pharmacy to pick up a couple of Aunt Tudi's prescriptions and going by the PO. In amongst the junk mail I found a bill, paperwork I need to fill out for my OB/GYN, and a perplexing letter from a physician's billing office in Spartanburg. I say it's perplexing because it mentioned that the mystery physician had tried to bill my insurance to no avail and that, if the insurance didn't take responsibility for the bill by the end of the month, I'd be responsible. But it didn't mention the amount of the bill, the doctor involved, or the date of the visit. It did give a phone number that I'm going to call as soon as I get home from work on Monday. I haven't had insurance in going on 2 years and have paid for all my doctors' visits out of pocket since then. I don't owe anyone anything in that capacity so these people, whoever they are, need to get off my back. I'm a woman on the edge.

But I'm not going to worry about that right now. I'm gonna lift my chin and force my facial muscles into a smile. My car is still running and is quite roadworthy, thank the Mighties. I can look forward to many worry-free trips to the post office to pick up more perplexing letters from mystery money mongers. Skuh-whee!

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Now, I shall engage in shameless Memery, and it's all thanks to the adorable jadecat. You should do it, too. C'mon, I know you want to do it. Everybody does it. You do it, I know you do it. I just did it, and I'm ready to do it again.*

( 29 questions, 29 answers. Simple as that. )

It is now time for Battlestar Galactica. Yeeeeee!

Anyone who recognises my imprecise quote here will have my eternal admiration.