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fucking great.
Jun. 19th, 2006 06:03 pmthe insurance company has fucked me over again. i don't even have the energy to go into it, and frankly, it's so mind-boggling that i'm not sure i believe it myself. suffice it to say that i'm not even sure how many times it's been now that they've told me "gosh, we don't know WHY they bounced that claim back, and i'm marking it as a priority issue and two weeks is the fastest we can process a claim and you should have a check in fifteen days". i've been wrangling with them over this since october. they don't dispute that they owe me the money. they just somehow manage to screw up EVERY GODDAMN TIME they resubmit the claim. i call them every day now. it doesn't seem to help, and it doesn't make me feel any better, but at least i can say i'm doing something.
here's where i'm at: i have $9 in cash. i've been out of most of my medications (including the new one that was actually helping) for at least two weeks; i'll be out of the rest in another week and a half. i'm out of ibuprofen and can only take a naproxen for my arthritis every couple of days, always with food, if i want to avoid excruciating stomach pain. i'm still trying to score an interview. i might have one this week, but i'm not holding my breath. i'm going to be spending half of that $9 on cat food. i can't afford to spend any of it on dish detergent, dishwasher detergent, or laundry detergent, all of which i'm out of. my sheets and towels are all filthy and stinking. i'm conserving laundry by not getting dressed unless i have to actually go out. i can't go out anyway, of course, unless it's unavoidable, because of my expired registration and subsequently suspended license.
you gotta love that good old-fashioned depression death spiral. the more fucked you get, the more fucked you get.
i'm going to see if i can get myself calmed down enough to go down to the store for some cat food and onions and maybe a lemon and a bunch of cilantro -- oh god, and toilet paper, i'm out of that too. and then i'm going to rest up for a couple of hours and see if i can work myself up to cook something for dinner. i don't think i can, though, not today. i'm too exhausted from wanting to kill everyone at united healthcare with my bare hands.
i really need to hem my one pair of interview pants that sort of fits (although they're a little loose), because they're MUCH too long, and i suck at that kind of thing, and i'm miserable and anxious and i want my goddamn medication and i'd KILL for a slab of red meat and a sixpack of beer right now.
i hope everyone who works at united healthcare gets a flesh-eating virus and dies in agonizing pain with festering, weeping sores the size of housecats all over their bodies. TWICE.
here's where i'm at: i have $9 in cash. i've been out of most of my medications (including the new one that was actually helping) for at least two weeks; i'll be out of the rest in another week and a half. i'm out of ibuprofen and can only take a naproxen for my arthritis every couple of days, always with food, if i want to avoid excruciating stomach pain. i'm still trying to score an interview. i might have one this week, but i'm not holding my breath. i'm going to be spending half of that $9 on cat food. i can't afford to spend any of it on dish detergent, dishwasher detergent, or laundry detergent, all of which i'm out of. my sheets and towels are all filthy and stinking. i'm conserving laundry by not getting dressed unless i have to actually go out. i can't go out anyway, of course, unless it's unavoidable, because of my expired registration and subsequently suspended license.
you gotta love that good old-fashioned depression death spiral. the more fucked you get, the more fucked you get.
i'm going to see if i can get myself calmed down enough to go down to the store for some cat food and onions and maybe a lemon and a bunch of cilantro -- oh god, and toilet paper, i'm out of that too. and then i'm going to rest up for a couple of hours and see if i can work myself up to cook something for dinner. i don't think i can, though, not today. i'm too exhausted from wanting to kill everyone at united healthcare with my bare hands.
i really need to hem my one pair of interview pants that sort of fits (although they're a little loose), because they're MUCH too long, and i suck at that kind of thing, and i'm miserable and anxious and i want my goddamn medication and i'd KILL for a slab of red meat and a sixpack of beer right now.
i hope everyone who works at united healthcare gets a flesh-eating virus and dies in agonizing pain with festering, weeping sores the size of housecats all over their bodies. TWICE.
