Life Is So Annoying Sometimes
Life Always Offers You a Second Chance. It’s called tomorrow.
AKA - I Don’t Have Enough Middle Fingers For Today
Heads up! There is a good chance this post will be a whine fest interspersed with the salty language that flows out of my mouth when I’m frustrated.
I’m in a foul mood today. Yesterday, after I left the hair salon, someone hit my car. Thank goodness no one was hurt, the door could be repaired, and the person who hit me was very kind. While we were waiting for the sheriff, we chatted and found out we had a lot in common, so things could have been much worse.
But boy, am I pissed off at our health insurance company. I know that in this day and age, I should be grateful that we have (the meager) health insurance we can (somewhat) afford that is subject to change in the next ACA enrollment because the offerings get smaller each year and the premiums are higher.
Anyway, the insurance company denied my asthma medicine, saying that because I have a rescue inhaler and therefore have a (sometimes insufficient) method to help me breathe, I don’t, in their opinion, need that second medication.
Their suggestion is that I inhale the same medicine in the form of a powder, which I cannot do because it contains dairy, AND I HAVE A DAIRY ALLERGY, which means that form of the medicine will kill me. Well, that’s not exactly true. I’m being a drama queen. It probably won’t kill me, but it will make me WHEEZE MORE.
I am NOT being a drama queen when I say this is a way for the insurance company to f*ck with my health so they can improve their bottom line by trying to cut a certain asthma medication that will cost them (slightly) more to cover. Did you know insurance companies routinely deny a certain percentage of standard procedures and medications in hopes the patient will either give up on it or find a different payment method that doesn’t involve them paying?
So I’ve been fighting for a few weeks to get an aerosol version of the medicine - that I’ve been using for the last 10 years, BTY - that the insurance company started denying during COVID because, I’m assuming, too many people were using it and it was getting expensive for them to cover. Here we are, a few years after the COVID-19 epidemic, and the health insurance companies are still complaining about this. I’m pretty damn tired of coughing and needing air, and this BS should not be happening.
I’m also irritated with my house for being a sisyphean pit of clutter, crumbs, and laundry. Oh, and my hair is…different. I’m no longer blonde, and that’s taking getting used to. It's not a big problem, I know. And actually, it looks pretty good (for a change). But I had to pay for that cut and color, so we’ll be eating pancakes until next payday because hair care doesn’t come cheap.
I woke today in this mood where my coping skills are non-existent, and the slightest problem makes me want to throw myself on the floor and thrash like a toddler. (No doubt getting a faceful of crumbs.) I’m also headachy, and MOST of my jeans don’t button, but I’d still cut a bitch for a bag of Cheetos.
Do you want to know the worst part? At my age, I can’t blame my period for this petty complaining and moodiness. This is just me (today). Life is so annoying sometimes. You wake up wanting to make every day great, but it doesn’t always turn out that way, you know?