Broken Doll

Followed up with the insurance broker. His response was that it was still “way too soon” for the carrier to have finished processing my application. He’d said when I applied that it would be “a few days” so I wonder what exactly “a few days” means? Is that a week? Two? More?

I asked about what kind of timeline I should expect, but haven’t yet received an answer.

I am trying to have patience and to have faith, but I needed to see a doctor a month ago. There are days when I’m barely hanging on.

Small good things:

• The pain has improved over the past two days. Today I was almost-pain-free as long as I was medicated, which is a pretty dramatic change (sadly) from popping double-doses of painkillers and still barely getting by.
• A running gag now — I always seem to improve immediately after visiting with David in person. Har.
• David calling me mid-morning for no other reason than to say hi.
• Slowly realizing that Sarah is at least as much a friend as a co-worker, whether I like it or not.
• Getting both my “I am wearing my smartypants” T-shirt and my Witches wall calendar in the mail.
• David’s assenting to look after my cats if I should need to spend time in the hospital. One less thing to worry about.
• Having, at least, a plan of action should this insurance policy work out. Sarah’s fantastic doctor is in-network: as soon as I have insurance I am taking the Doc’s next open appointment so I can get a referral to a specialist (if necessary, and I’m betting it is) and perhaps get painkillers that work well, work all the time, and maybe don’t fry my kidneys and stomach in the process.