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Stress
I'm wearing two hats at work, either one of which is easily a full-time job. ("Full-time" means "if I worked eighty hours a week I'd still be kicking myself for not getting as much done as I should".) The two hats part of it is temporary, but...
I have had a brief blinding flash of social life, with two weeks wherein just about every lunch and dinner was claimed. Temporary, and fun, but...
It's November. Temporary, and useful, but...
I'm working on my BFR. I hate getting in situations where I know I won't do well. It won't take long before I'm doing well again, but...
I'll hear back from the IRS in maybe late December. Meanwhile I try not to worry ("don't think of a blue VW Beetle!"), but...
My insurance company just told me that my foot surgery was not medically necessary and was therefore ineligible for coverage. CRAP! THAT'S A LOT OF MONEY! I don't even know how much! I hope to appeal, but...
My doctor filled out my parking placard form wrong. Again. I can probably get another one, especially if I'm willing to keep faxing forms over until one comes out okay by random chance, but...
I'm on staff (half-time) for a square dance convention coming up. Two and a half weeks to go, and...
My feet hurt. OK, this one's probably permanent. I'm sure I'll get used to it some day, but...
...in the meantime, it's a little bit stressful around here.
EDIT: I just got the phone call from my doctor's office. Insurance is claiming the surgeon assisting was medically unnecessary. They've checked with billing, and insurance has paid their part of the rest of it. PHEW!! My doc(s) may wangle with insurance over this, but if for any reason I do get stuck with this portion of the bill at least I'm confident that I can pay it.
I have had a brief blinding flash of social life, with two weeks wherein just about every lunch and dinner was claimed. Temporary, and fun, but...
It's November. Temporary, and useful, but...
I'm working on my BFR. I hate getting in situations where I know I won't do well. It won't take long before I'm doing well again, but...
I'll hear back from the IRS in maybe late December. Meanwhile I try not to worry ("don't think of a blue VW Beetle!"), but...
My insurance company just told me that my foot surgery was not medically necessary and was therefore ineligible for coverage. CRAP! THAT'S A LOT OF MONEY! I don't even know how much! I hope to appeal, but...
My doctor filled out my parking placard form wrong. Again. I can probably get another one, especially if I'm willing to keep faxing forms over until one comes out okay by random chance, but...
I'm on staff (half-time) for a square dance convention coming up. Two and a half weeks to go, and...
My feet hurt. OK, this one's probably permanent. I'm sure I'll get used to it some day, but...
...in the meantime, it's a little bit stressful around here.
EDIT: I just got the phone call from my doctor's office. Insurance is claiming the surgeon assisting was medically unnecessary. They've checked with billing, and insurance has paid their part of the rest of it. PHEW!! My doc(s) may wangle with insurance over this, but if for any reason I do get stuck with this portion of the bill at least I'm confident that I can pay it.
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whew - just saw the edit.
*offers you chocolate and a shouder-rub*
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Gratefully accepted! And I offer you a... hrm... heating pad and your favorite beverage!