Oh Sweet Sassy Molasses! AKA, I’m About To Lose My Mind…
Alfred, Lord Tennyson wrote is his poem, ”Locksley Hall,” ‘In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love. Spring is the season for love.’
Lord Tennyson apparently never wrote a poem about the thoughts of a middle-aged Granny who is about to lose her mind and freak out over the BS she’s been putting up with all Spring. Spoiler alert, I’m *that* Granny!
In addition to all of the usual frustrations and headaches dealing with a business, the universe decided to throw in some issues with health insurance. As a self-employed individual I pay $722.00 a MONTH just for myself. And I am “blessed” with a $10,000 deductible on top of that!
I went to the local FasterCare back in February because I was too sick to make the one hour trip to see my regular Dr. After having two chest x-rays and the Dr. spending about 5 minutes with me, I was diagnosed with pneumonia. I was prescribed antibiotics and it took me around two months to finally feel better. And then I got a bill in the mail from FasterCare for $299.00 because my $722 a month health insurance wouldn’t pay the charges.
Oh Sweet Sassy Molasses! I was charged $169.00 for the FasterCare visit, $60 for the 2 chest X-ray and then $70 for “Svcs”, I’ve been going around and around with the billing department for over 5 weeks as to what “Svcs” were provided. One person said, “It’s because it was faster care.”
I am at the end of my rope here, folks and I yelled into my phone, “This is FasterCare and I was charged $169.00 for walking through your doors.”
I was referred to the Hospital Advocate and let’s be honest here, she’s only advocating for the hospital/FasterCare. She told me the $70 charge was for “supplies.” I asked what “supplies” and no one could give me an answer. After some very salty language on my part, I hung up on her.
My spouse and I drove to California, Missouri the first of May for the Crossroads Truck Meet truck show – which was fantastic. It’s a 12 hour drive one way. Steve and I are not good team road travelers. For some reason he thinks only one person can drive the car at a time and he objects to me telling him how to drive… Oh Sweet Sassy Molasses!
I mean, he’s probably right. I grab the passenger door. I apply imaginary gas and brake pedals. I yell, a lot…
But this trip, we actually bonded and rallied and became a team. Why? Because of the many, many moron drivers out on the road. I kept count on our drive home and we had NINE near misses of accidents due to mainly cars/SUVs swerving in and out of 3+ lanes trying to get an edge in jumping ahead a couple of car lengths in the congested traffic. We were almost clipped three times by motorists either driving down the middle of two lanes or just switching lanes without looking. I hate to bash truckers – but there were also a few instances of trucks supposed to only be in the left lane in construction and some were in the right lane and it caused quite a back-up.
Oh Sweet Sassy Molasses, help me Alfred, Lord Tennyson to get through the summer because we are going to be on the road for several truck shows. I’m about to lose my mind, up in here, up in here…