I now get mailings for diabetes associations. I blame Target's pharmacy.
Natter 66: Get Your Kicks.
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I now get mailings for diabetes associations.
Do they come addressed to your cat?
I am so sad about how hot it is in my apartment, given that it is now lovely outside.
I was surprised at how breezy it was outside earlier. My house was stinking hot. I am now in the basement.
ARGH. My insurance will no longer pay for Grace's breathing treatments. BUH?
Sigh. Hate.
Are they fucking kidding?
I refuse to look now, but it was 87 in my living room when I got up this morning. Oy. Thank goodness for air conditioning!
Um. No.
And I was talking to the pharmacist while driving across the Mojave Desert and it disconnected us as she was telling me how much I owe for the past 8 weeks (like thousands of dollars).
I think I need to find a case manager to help me with this.
Also, when we got home it was 75 degrees. LOVELY.
Jeus Kat.
Christ, Kat. Why on earth would they decide that now? And how they can change coverage midstream if no cap was established is ... fucked up.
I think I need to find a case manager to help me with this.
Yes, because seriously WTF.