Friday, November 04, 2011
I have spent the better part of my day annoyed, irritated, and wanting to cause someone bodily harm!
It really didn't even matter who... just someone!
PMS is a wonderful thing.
I woke up and felt good… thanks to going to the gym the day before! (Note to self: You feel great the day after going to the gym… so get your butt in gear and start going three days a week again.)
I had my usual breakfast, which is the same every day but I love it nonetheless.
Got to work and it was nice and quiet… just how I like it!
Today was our “regular day off”, but like most “off” days I worked, which was fine because the overtime is nice… and the place was virtually empty.
That was, until the reps from a company that we work with arrived.
One of them came in with a ginormous bag from Panera Bread. *drool*
Bagels… all varieties… including the asiago cheese ones and the cinnamon crunch ones that smell so yummy. *drool*
Cinnamon rolls… big, fat ones! *drool*
Bear claws… enough said. *drool*
They all know that I am trying really hard to lose weight. The guy that brought in all of the crap knew that I couldn’t/wouldn’t eat any of it, but that I would WANT to eat ALL of it. *sigh*
There is a perfectly good break room right around the corner from my desk. Do you think they took the food in there though?
No, of course not.
I specifically asked them to take the food to the OTHER side of the office at least… but no. The JERKS sat at the tables right behind my desk and munched and smacked their lips all the while talking about how sparking fantastic everything tasted.
I was beyond mad at that point.
Mad because they were eating yummy stuff that I can’t… well, not that I can’t, but that I won’t eat at this point in time because I am on a mission!
Mad because they didn’t have enough respect for me to go to the other end of the office or into the break room.
Mad because they enjoyed that crap way too sparking much.
I eventually packed up MY stuff and moved into the break room to get away from the food. It is kind of pathetic that I had to leave MY work space where I was WORKING… so that I could get away from them munching and socializing… and that just fueled my anger.
The guy that brought the food came into the break room to tell me how bad he felt that I couldn’t eat anything that he brought and asked if there was anything he could get me next time. If he had thought that question through first he would have known the answer… he could have just kept the food away from me!
I was starving after seeing/smelling all the food and it was only 9am… and lunch isn’t until noon.
I managed to get a little work done, but not as much as I had planned to do today.
I ate my normal lunch and then packed up my stuff to leave.
Over a month ago my group from my Interpersonal Communications class decided to meet today at 1pm at the college library to work on our group research paper.
I had to take off of work early to meet with them because this was one of the only times that worked for the other two group members.
I got an e-mail message from one girl saying that her best friend’s aunt died and her funeral was today at 1pm so she wouldn’t be able to make it to the group meeting.
Ok, I’m sorry that her best friend’s aunt died… but it really sucked that she was going to miss the meeting.
I don’t even think that I KNOW any of my best friend’s aunts.
I get all the way to the college and get a text message from the other girl. Her babysitter canceled on her so she’s not going to make it.
By then the anger from earlier today is making a reappearance.
The best part about that whole situation with the group meeting is that this week’s chapter and discussion is on EXCUSES!
Now they want to reschedule the group meeting for next Sunday so they can spark up my weekend routine.
I went ahead and did some of my research since I was already at the library.
Ever try to concentrate in the LIBRARY when everyone around you is talking on a cell phone?
After a couple of hours, I gave up and decided to come home.
I took the nice scenic route home and admired the beautiful Fall day and the beautiful colors of the leaves.
The leaves changing colors is my absolute favorite thing about Fall.
So after the drive, I’m feeling a bit better.
I no longer want to kill someone with a bagel… or a bear claw.
I do, however, want to completely blow off this entire research project because I KNOW that my grade will still be ok… but their grades probably won’t fare so well based on a previous conversation about grades. *evil grin*
It’s too bad that I have too much integrity to actually follow through with it though. *sigh*
I am so thankful that today is Friday!!!
Saturday, October 29, 2011
I really, really HATE the word OBESE! It is a horrible, ugly sounding word.
That word actually caused me to change doctors a little over a year ago. The doctor that I had been seeing one day decided that I was “obese” even though my weight had been about the same the entire 3 to 4 year that I’d been seeing him. My medical record actually said, “Patient arrived appearing obese.”
From that point on the doctor started coding everything with an “obesity” code.
When I went to him because I had a bad sore throat, which is something that I am pretty sure had absolutely nothing to do with my weight; he coded the visit with the obesity code.
Guess what that meant for my insurance company?
That meant that they didn’t have to pay ANYTHING! Not a single penny… because they “don’t cover that condition”.
I was paying for insurance to cover my medical expenses, but because my doctor decided one day that I was obese… the insurance company didn’t have to pay anything.
I called the doctor’s office and was told it was a mistake and that they would recode and resubmit, which they did and the insurance picked up their part of the tab.
I figured that would be the end of it… but no.
When it was time for me to visit the doctor to get my prescriptions rewritten… the same thing happened. He saw me for two seconds, coded the visit with that awful obesity code even though the medications had NOTHING to do with my weight, and once again the insurance company claimed they didn’t cover obesity. That meant it cost me $167 for the doctor to write out my prescriptions. And the doctor insisted on seeing me every 3 months to rewrite these prescriptions even though I'd been taking the medications for years.
When I met my new doctor for the first time he asked me why I was switching doctors. I told him that my previous doctor insisted on coding everything with an obesity code, to which the new doctor replied, “Oh no! You can’t do that or the insurance won’t pay anything!”
I love my new doctor!
All of that doctor nonsense just added to the reasons that I hate the words obese and obesity.
I always knew that I was overweight, but I never really thought of myself as obese. When I entered my height and weight into Spark, they disagreed though... and my BMI number clearly put me in the obese range.
After several months of eating healthy and working out on a regular basis... I am happy to report that as of Friday’s weigh in… I am NOT obese!
My BMI is no longer 30 or above, which means BYE BYE obesity!!!
I intend to make sure that I am NEVER considered obese again!!!
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