Count me among those not getting Trudy's post.
Connie, so glad you went and that you're okay.
Glad you've been able to visit your gram, Pix.
Oh, the New Orleans fun that was had today!
Yeah, that was a fun party. And I managed not to be hungover today! More people got in the pools after you left, btw.
St. Woot is a very nice fella, btw. Not that I had any doubt. But I enjoyed his company mightily.
Awww. He really liked you and Tom, too. He was also impressed by your super-intelligent beer discussion. K's T made of point of telling me that he thinks I should keep StW. I was like, I'm working on it! Thanks in large part to y'all, I'm back to just enjoying his company and affection. Man, he's such a sweetie. He stayed over and we went to Slim Goodies this morning.
Okay, I need to try and do a couple of things and then it's off to go watch the World Cup! Woo hoo!
sj - I think the transitions bothered me. There were good scenes. They just didn't hang together. And I got picky with procedural details, and then I couldn't get un-picky, even by reminding myself it was Bond and leeway was required. I'll watch the next one though.
sj - I think the transitions bothered me. There were good scenes. They just didn't hang together. And I got picky with procedural details, and then I couldn't get un-picky, even by reminding myself it was Bond and leeway was required. I'll watch the next one though.
That's understandable. It's been a while since I have seen it, and maybe it wouldn't work as well on re-watch. But with Bond I am mostly able to just turn off my brain and enjoy the fun.
In the continuing PT saga. I called my PCP on Thursday about the PT issue and left a brief message about my concerns. Instead of calling me back to discuss it further, she left me a voicemail yesterday saying that she spoke to my PT and could I please call her back. That's it, no information about what was discussed, which makes me incredibly nervous. Hopefully I can actually talk to my PCP before my appointment on Tuesday with the PT so that I know what the conversation consisted of.
sj, continued ~ma and support for you. I hope that your PCP has your back.
sj, it's not necessarily bad that your doctor didn't give you more information. In the age of HIPAA, doctors are wary about leaving messages that have PHI (personal health information).
Vortex, when I was on all the antibiotics last year, I didn't want to eat for a couple of weeks. Right when I really needed to keep my strength up.
Yesterday, I had a clean all the things fit and ended up cleaning the back of the stove with a toothbrush. (I wish I was kidding.)
It was in preparation for going to the H Mart, a Korean superstore, with some friends today. It was AMAZING! And overwhelming. I spent roughly half of what a similar haul would have cost here in the city.
There were so many things I couldn't even imagine how to cook that I wished I had a translator to give me tips. Then again, I might have spent a lot more.
Bonus, cherries for 2.99 a lb. I spent $20 on cherries alone.
sj, it's not necessarily bad that your doctor didn't give you more information. In the age of HIPAA, doctors are wary about leaving messages that have PHI (personal health information).
I'm not mad she didn't leave more information on the answering machine, just frustrated that I can't find out what happened until Monday. I'm all about instant gratification. The part that I am mad about is that she chose to call the PT before calling me to get my full account of the issues. I only left the briefest of messages regarding my concerns and would have liked to elaborate before she talked to the PT.
In the age of HIPAA, doctors are wary about leaving messages that have PHI (personal health information).
Our company's insurance agent, who is an incompetent jackass (seriously, if I started explaining all the ways why that's so, it would take several posts; bitching about him is a favorite pastime at my company), actually tried to threaten me, using HIPAA as his ammunition. He is, however, incredibly stupid. Or thinks *I* am.
Background: while I was on vacation, I threw my back out horribly. In that scary pinchy way that makes me gasp to bend at the waist even slightly, even a tiny bit. I did have some leftover flexiril and percocet with me (I really try to pack for every contingency when it comes to vacation), and Tim went to the CVS to get me a heating pad, so I took handfuls of drugs and laid on a heating pad all day. Fortunately, the pain subsided after about a day, so it all worked out.
But while I was in the middle of pinchy bad scary pain, I tried to figure out what to do, and I checked my insurance to see what urgent care places in North Carolina were covered. They said that no urgent care facilities AND no hospital ERs in North Carolina were considered in-network.
I thought that was weird, that most insurance will cover an ER visit if you're outside your "home" coverage area. But the person on the phone said no, everything is out of network and I have a $7,000 deductible to meet before they pay out-of-network claims.
Like I said, my back got better, but when I got back to work, I thought the thing about being out of network for an ER visit was shifty. So I e-mailed our insurance agent to ask him to clarify it (we recently switched insurance, so I figured it was possible our new insurance really was that crappy).
When he didn't respond after a week, I talked to Big!Boss's daughter, who is, I guess, technically our HR person as well. So she followed up with our insurance guy, to ask him what the deal was.
He replied to my e-mail within a day, and it was this scathing diatribe about how I misunderstood what our coverage is, and that ALL hospital ERs in the entire country are covered in-network and that is true no matter what the insurance company says.
(This, of course, is only one example of how he's an incompetent jackass; if the company that has the power to deny or pay my ER claim says that there is no coverage, I'm going to believe them over *him,* who has no financial say in whether my claim gets paid.)
Then he sent me a second e-mail to elaborate on how I need to "change my thinking" about medical emergencies and I obviously didn't understand the information he gave us about our new insurance and I just need to "read it until I understand it."
No, he really said all that. AND he copied Big!Boss's daughter on it. He is not too smart.
So Big!Boss's daughter reamed him a new one for speaking to a client that way, blah blah blah. (Which is right and proper, because -- damn. The man is an asshole.)
SO!!!! (This is where I finally get to the whole HIPAA thing; thank you, all 2 people who are still reading.)
Insurance!agent CALLS ME AT HOME Thursday night "to make sure I understood his e-mails." But mostly what he wanted to do was to scare me into NOT telling Big!Boss's daughter about his asshattery anymore. The very first thing he said to me was, "You need to understand that you are not allowed to tell [Big!Boss's daughter] about your medical issues. Unless you have given written permission, you cannot discuss your medical issues with anyone except your doctor and me. Otherwise, Big!Boss's daughter might get on the phone with the insurance and tell them something about your medical issue, and then the company [our company, not the insurance] could get sued and they would lose the company. HIPAA will not let you talk about your medical issues with Big!Boss's daughter."
I was torn between wanting to excoriate the hell out of him and wanting to laugh my ass off at him. It was the worst attempt at a bluff I have ever seen. And the sad part is? He told me at least 3 (continued...)
