Tuesday, April 30, 2013
I hope this month finds all of you well.
I'm still alive. I have now worked at a grossly underpaid temp gig for over 6 months, but at least I am working. Most months I can squeak by, but others are scary. All I know is that if food weren't brought in most days for lunch (free), I would have serious trouble with food scarcity.
I became eligible for direct hire at 4.5 months, and started on the process immediately. Nothing has happened so far. It's very depressing.
I did have a phone interview for a completely different real job with actual benefits on Friday morning. I think it went well, and I am hoping for a 2nd round and eventual hire. Any well wishes are greatly appreciated.
My very crappy insurance (which really doesn't deserve the name - I should have turned it down) paid hardly anything on the doctor's appt/physical/pap I needed to get meds refilled, and nothing on either the first or 2nd hep b immunization shots, even though they are considered preventive care right on their eob (I need to take the vaccine because I work at a doctor's office).
I made so little money in the past 12 months that the doctor's billing office approved me for 100% charity for the 2 bills, so that is good.
The bad part is that the crappy insurance is arguing about the routine labs (billed by lab company and not covered under charity) being pre-existing conditions, and they don't want to cover them. So, let's think about that. My cholesterol #s are the envy of many (155 total, and nice #s on hdl and ldl), and all of my other labs were also completely normal and non-interesting. If they say my pap was for a pre-existing condition, it would be for being a WOMAN. The only thing that they could conceivably make a case for being a pre-existing condition is the thyroid check. Let's hope that's the way it comes out.
The cats make life bearable on the days when nothing is going right, and life feels like a big box of wth and why me. Weight still isn't moving. I don't hate myself, but I swear that some days I just don't understand why everything has to be so hard, and why I have to do it all alone. Some days I just wish for a more "normal" family, and others I wonder just what in the world I did that was so horrible as to be deserving of this mess. Other days are fine.
I'm worried, and scared, but trying to slog along and keep moving.