Unless a miracle happens I am not having surgery. We just found out hubby's insurance opted out of offering obesity medical coverage, meaning any form of medical help. No dietician, no nutritionist, and no bariatric surgery coverage of any kind. Sucks right?
Sigh.
He can go to Human Resources and try to convince them it would help or the bills will mount up on my visits for asthma, High Blood pressure, and diabetes. But...there is always a but...he is not an aggressive person. He will not go and try to talk them into anything. So I will have to walk this path in my own way.
Those signs I have again creeping in. A few times when people mentioned certain irreversible facts about the surgery, the words would linger in my mind like a sign. Fear or a sign to turn and do it on my own.
Sigh.
Now to move on.
Sigh.
This morning I am listening to music and writing. I had a wonderful dream that sparked an idea for a new short story, By Candlelight. Old friends who reignite an old relationship.
Sometimes it last in love, but sometimes it hurts instead. - Adelle
I miss ToonGuy. Where oh where is my ToonGuy? We love and miss you Russ.
4 comments:
OH boo hoo! I'm sorry hun they said no, I was rooting for you!
doors close, windows open. hopefully the draught will make the route clear.
Oh Man, this is a sorry state of affairs. I sure hope there is another direction that you can go on this. But, in the mean time,eat right, exercise and write you wonderful poems and stories.
Can you afford to do it privately? I don't know what the cost of that kind of thing is, over there. I'm sure something will work itself out, one way or another. *hugs*
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