Cunt #7

How many times have you sat in front of your computer with something to say, but no way to get it out? There are so many ideas going through your mind at once that there is no way to reach up and grab one to go with. I guess you just start typing a big, incoherent mess.... enjoy.

I fucking hate my insurance company. It's been a year of getting the same medicine and now, for some reason, I have to get it through the mail. But, they don't tell you this until you try to get it at your regular pharmacy. And they tell you by telling the Pharmacy Tech to charge you a $600 co-pay. THEN, you spend the rest of the afternoon being bounced around 800 numbers trying to figure out what the hell is going on.

By the time you figure it out and get a plan, it's 4:30pm on a Friday, your doctor's office is closed but their answering service answers the call. All you need is to talk to your Doctor and tell her to call a 800 number and authorize the override of this mail order policy so you can get your medicine by the time the pharmacy closes. The answering service says "oh, well I can't page her for THAT. That's not a good enough reason."

"NOT a good REASON?!" you say. "This medicine rebuilds my blood and immune system. During flu season I'd say this is a pretty good reason!"

"It's not an emergency." Operator #7 replies.

"So on Sunday when I have flu symptoms and no white blood cells to fight it, Will that be a good enough reason?" You start becoming irate. "Look, this is the only way I can get my medicine. I just need my Doctor to call this number!"

"I'm sorry." Whore number 7 says.

You and #7, you only know her number because this bitch wouldn't give you her name, and claimed to have no supervisor, go round and round for about five more minutes until you end the call with:

"So what you are telling me is that on Monday I have to go to my Doctor and tell her that I haven't taken my injections because operator #7 is a fucking cunt?!"

Dial tone.....

Let me explain myself. I've never actually called a person/woman a cunt before and meant it. But I had been on the phone for 3 hours, wasting an entire afternoon, with my insurance company and had lost all patience. Not to mention that this was my ONLY way of getting my medication. I should be sorry for ruining that lady's day, but I could be in serious trouble if I get sick. I just can't wait until I go to the office on Monday and tell Miss D(Head Nurse) about this. She is one scary old woman and I predict she's going to go bat shit crazy.

This led me to a "Jason Angus" style outburst: I got in my car and left town. I figured that I was cold, so I'd better head south. I get about 50 miles into the trip and have an urge to gamble. I stopped at a rest stop, stared at a map for a few minutes, and changed my course for West Virginia. My new destination was Mountaineer. A casino in West Virginia.

I passed through some really town with HUGE steel mills. I wish it were light outside so I could have had a better look, I love looking at huge factories and compounds. After a few hours of driving back roads I get there.

I forgot it was Friday night and the place is packed. I grabbed $400 out of my account, not knowing what I'll need. But I ended up not gambling at all. I was too tired to concentrate. I took a self tour of the place and made a mental note of it all. I'll be back some other time on a week day.

So pissed... I could have hit a wall if I lacked better judgement.