Ya know — I hate days like this. I woke up this morning at 5:30am, and was like “Dammit. I have another hour and a half of sleep I should be getting.” So back to sleep I went. The alarm went off … I snoozed — 3 times — and even after I shut it off, I laid there, willing the day to not progress any further that my bathroom door when I got up to pee.
Of course, that never happens – so I stripped and got in the shower and tried to resist the hot water’s unforgiving mission to waking me up. I stayed in for 30 minutes and did the usual morning routine — shaving, scrubbing, brushing the teeth … all the while wishing the day to stop so I could just go back to bed.
So I’m eventually dressed and out the door, stopping to love on my stray cat, Little, outside my front door. Couldn’t help but think how nice it would be to have a cat again … someone to greet me at the door when I come home and cuddle with me on the couch. Soon. Maybe November.
I meet my Shrink at 8:40 — she’s 10 minutes late. Her secretary tells me that my new insurance has a $1,000 deductible and then only pays 50% — so my payment for the day was $70. That, my friends, is what I call BULLSHIT. What the hell is the point of having insurance if you still have to pay a gazillion dollars. Completely retarded. So now I have to figure out how I’m going to treat the crazies being that it would likely cost me around $250 a month.
And now I’m at work and really not wanting to be here. Obviously since I haven’t blogged in over a month. Anything to keep me preoccupied, I suppose.