I dislike Trump. I wish he was still the slightly amusing caricature that he used to be.
In happier news, I received two reviews and a rating for my book yesterday. That's the most one day activity I've ever seen. All 5-star as well. I'm still trying to line up reviews at blogs, got three so far and one that says he'll post about it but doesn't have time to do a review. I hope they all pan out. I suspect I've reached the limits of my meager social media.
My plan to do nothing in the evening, no projects, for the first time in, oh, a while, was thwarted. I resume normal plans to do too much tomorrow.
I should have waved at msbelle when we passed Fort Wayne today.
In case anyone was wondering, sneezing about 30 times in a row will hurt your throat, stuff up your nose, and make you feel like shite. I do not recommend the practice.
That resembles my mornings. Well. I've gotten up to 26 in a 90 m period.
I gotta say, every time I walk into my bedroom, I get a frisson of joy. So happy with the new furniture. It was the right impulse buy.
I was already gone. future travel needs to include seeing more of y'all.
Fucking Humana (unsurprisingly) denied my doctor's request for approval of the only drug that might help my IBS. The reason they gave for denying it? They said I need to have first tried Drug XYZ within the last year.
I am currently TAKING Drug XYZ, and have BEEN taking it 24/7 for over 3 months, which their own pharmacy claims show. So I clearly meet their criteria.
Will I be angrily Tweeting at Humana while my doctor appeals the decision? You damn bet I will.
(I know that insurance companies basically just deny claims the first time even if you meet the criteria and hope that you don't have the spoons to appeal. They don't know me very well. But they will.)
I also genuinely hope that every executive at Humana gets the form of IBS I have and that no medication works for them and they can't get to a bathroom when they need it. For real. Fuck those fucking fuckers.
Rage tweet away, Stephanie!
I feel so much better this morning. Last night Kelly (aka K-Bug) brought me OJ, honey, and flowers.
Very Monday feeling Wednesday, no?
Today is Max's last day of summer school. He will retake the state test he failed next Tuesday and then be done.
I did not report that he was REALLY GOOD this weekend. There were smiles and he allowed hugs and he acted very human like, I was very happy and heaped him with praise.