I'm sorry, ND. It really does suck.

Eeep, meara! How is the move back home going? Adapting okay to the peg leg life?

I am way behind in everything at work and am jumping from one thing to another to get somewhat caught up on things hoping no one notices. Boss' boss noticed on one thing so that got called out and sucks majorly. I'm spiraling and want to cry and crawl in bed.

How much can I get done in 2 hours??? The race is on.

You can do it, msbelle!!

You can do it, msbelle! I also got called out on a thing this week, and am desperately trying not to let it throw me off.

Then again, my year's medical bills have now topped $100K

Holy crap.

Timelies all!

When Gary gets home we're going to load up his car and head to Philcon.

We've spent the last couple of hours trying to figure out whose benefits to be on. Good problem to have, I know, but the next person who bitches to me about socialized medicine is going to get a fucking earful.

That must be hard, ND. Sorry.

Sorry, ND. It's a sign of a good boss that they agonize over a necessary departure.

My CBD oil experiment seems to be working out well -- if nothing else, I can use it as an intervention drug for fibro aches.

Well, I've just spent about two hours going through the pages and pages of massage therapists who SUPPOSEDLY according to my insurer take their insurance, but so far none of them do. There may be one that's 15 miles away or something, there were SEVENTEEN PAGES of people listed supposedly within 1 mile of my zip code (so many were >1 mile from me, but). I know I need to eat something because I am getting weepy and frustrated and in pain. I want someone to massage my damn hip and I want my insurance to pay for it because it IS a medical problem! Fucking hell.

I'd normally just pay for it myself but (a) this IS something my insurance IS supposed to pay for, and (b) I've spent a lot of freaking money on health care or because of this broken leg this year and it's not over yet (I may still owe an ambulance company $2500, I've spent a lot of money on the stupid scooters, on having the cleaning lady come a couple extra times in the next couple months, on grocery delivery, I really owe my friends I stayed with a nice dinner or something, but Jesus Christ, I make good money and I'm bleeding it out here...) (I do not mean to be begging or anything--to be clear, I have savings! I am not one of the Americans who couldn't pull together $400 in an emergency, and I'd rather my friends come hang out with me than order me dinner! But still, this is not something I'd been saving FOR, if you get my meaning). Plus the whole frustration of getting around. And pain. And so on and so forth. Disruption to my life.

I feel like I can't vent on FB quite the same, it's a little too public.

I definitely vote for socialized medicine. Even if I wouldn't get massage. Fuck.

Ugh, that sounds so frustrating, meara!

I have an hour left of work and basically no brain left to work with.