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Yesterday was some very well-coordinated "life gets up and kicks me in the bollocks" day. Getting up at 5:30 (well, okay, 5:45), driving into work sans coffee, before Burger King even opened (!), stopping for some truck stop coffee (okay, I should've known better right here), OJ and three sticks of Chewy Spree, and finding out not only that I need surgery, that I need it five or six times, that it'll cost an arm, a leg and part of a pancreas each time. Felt sick enough to leave work -- which, after the commute, is quite a waste, but I couldn't do anything but stare at the desk anyway. Moosie celebrated by walking on my lip and drawing blood. All in all, not a great day.
Today's going much better. Morning coffee. Burger King. Call from the docs saying they (well, okay, *I*) got my insurance wrong and that'll not only knock a bit off my previous bills but turns my later procedures into...well, about 10% of their original cost. Which leaves me stunned. But I'm not arguing. I should've scheduled when I had them on the phone, but let me give them time to change their minds.
The best news: MXC marathon during lunch. Ah, the high life.
Today's going much better. Morning coffee. Burger King. Call from the docs saying they (well, okay, *I*) got my insurance wrong and that'll not only knock a bit off my previous bills but turns my later procedures into...well, about 10% of their original cost. Which leaves me stunned. But I'm not arguing. I should've scheduled when I had them on the phone, but let me give them time to change their minds.
The best news: MXC marathon during lunch. Ah, the high life.