Sass, our dog is hurting today, too. Poor Layla started yelping while wrestling with a friend at the dogpark yesterday and was in distress. J carried her home and we put an ice pack on her sore right rear leg. Last night it was a bit tender and she was shivering when lying in certain positions, but was fine in others. She's had no problems walking. We think she has a pinched nerve, but are keeping a close eye on her, just in case. Poor pup obviously feels sore and sad. It's hard when they can't tell you what's wrong.

Jars, I'm sorry about the first, but the second sounds intriguing.

Cocoa ricotta.

Scrappy, ~ma to your pup, too.

Bloody fucking hell.

I'm having a pelvic ultrasound this week for the weird maybe-fibroid (it's NOT for the stabby tummy pains). And then I leave Saturday for a week of vacation, so *if* the ultrasound turns up anything, I won't be able to have it dealt with until after vacation, which will put me into July. And that's all okay with me.

What's NOT okay: we're changing our health insurance here for the second time this year, effective July 1, and my OB/GYN -- of course -- isn't on the new insurance. Which means that if I have fibroids or alien babies or something, I have to go find a totally new OB/GYN to deal with it.

And fuck, man, I've been seeing this OB/GYN for 15 years and now I have to switch? I mean, no, I don't *have* to switch -- I can pay out-of-network fees, which I guess I could shut the fuck up and just do -- but damn it to fucking hell. What goddamned shitty-ass timing.

Fuck fuck fuck. I might as well just cancel the ultrasound, because what the fuck am I going to do with the results anyway?

God damn it.

Jars, I'm sorry about the first, but the second sounds intriguing.

Ah, well, the first one is the culmination of a horrible situation I was dragged into in the office. And I'm really not sorry about it, because one of the parties deserved to know certain things, even if I was a star witness without knowing it.

The second one is a Spencer Tunick installation. He likes nekkid people. And I'm not meant to tell people where it's on, but you guys aren't going to tell anyone, right? It's Blarney Castle! Hilarious, no?

That blows, Tep. Sorry to hear about it.

Also, I feel pretty confident in saying that more naked Jars is a good thing.

Tep, get the ultrasound, just so that's taken care of. If you don't, then you'll have to make another appointment with a new person to get it, and it will get all pushed back again.

Also, WTF is up with switching health care plans all willy nilly like that? TWICE in a YEAR? Is this the doings of the incompetant boss wife-HR lady?

But keep your appointment for the ultrasound. I command you! Or... something.

That blows, Tep. Sorry to hear about it.

I mean, I know I'm lucky to have insurance (and we don't pay *anything* of our premium; our company covers it all), but Jesus -- who *isn't* on Aetna??? That's a huge fucking company!

Ideally, the ultrasound just comes back showing nothing horrific, and then after vacation I guess I find a new OB/GYN and try to figure out why all the pain.

Plan B, sub-part IIIx could be that the ultrasound turns up something so horrific that they put me in the hospital that day and deal with it, in which case it would be covered.

But if it turns up something non-horrific yet problematic, then I'm fucked fucked fucked. I mean, *yes,* I know I just go find someone else, which doesn't actually fall under the definition of "fucked."

But god DAMN. It's just such a pain. Literally.

It's Blarney Castle! Hilarious, no?

omg Jars. that's too funny.

you aren't all going to try to kiss the stone at the same time, though, right? that's not the task?

{{Teppy}}.

::bitch-slaps Teppy's insurance(s)::

TWICE in a YEAR? Is this the doings of the incompetant boss wife-HR lady?

Maybe, but I'm betting it's also a factor of the realities of small businesses trying to provide health care.