Dear Insurance Company:

In the words of a song by CeeLo Green.
Fuck you!

yes folks the Insurance company that covers #9 has pulled every last stop known to man. These ho's have earned a first row seat in the smoking section when they depart this world. How could you possibly sleep at night knowing that someone's life is at hand?
Enough already

Well, tomorrow the 19th is the day of our double mastectomy. Yes, I will be a total wreck until #9 comes home. But, I will be staying very busy. The kids will all still be going to school, and someone has to keep McDonalds and their McRib campaign profitable.
I probably will just sit in the parking lot of the hospital until I hear from #8 telling me #9 is in her room resting comfortably. Did I mention that I can't stand hospitals? In all honesty I will be there though. If #9 can face her fear of going under, surely I can stand by her side.
For obvious reasons #9 and I are not crazy about the health system. Which I promise to blog about soon.

For right now? We are going to fly through this shit, and then get #9's crazy ass Mother in law on a plane back to right wing conservative Lubbock, Texas. Don't get me started.
I have my very own Sarah Palin nightmare going on right here in the house, except this dream is happening everyday.
Anyways Ho's, here's to crossed fingers and toes.
Let's get some new titties!!!

Comments

Mr.Mischief said…
Insurance companies SUCK..They must be run by da debow...I need Nexium or I get those potentially deadly bleeding ulcers-insurance won't pay for it because there are over the counter "alternatives" that don't work for me..yeesh....I hope your sister recovers quickly, and may the insurance company be stricken with fire ants attracted to their swollen hemorrhoids.
November 19, 2010 at 3:40 AM
Sam said…
lovely Mr. Mischief. Fire ants attracted to their swollen hemorrhoids. I never thought of that one, sounds wonderfully painful. Tell Miss A. I send my love I haven't forgotten her.
November 19, 2010 at 5:22 AM
the dogs' mother said…
Lord, do I know getting an anxiety attack walking in the hospital door with the loooong time I spent with Eldest in the hospital with his collapsed lungs and reconstructive surgery. We've had good luck with our insurance - he's cost them over $100,000 before he went off our policy. And the hospitals fixed him so well he ran a marathon on that lung and reconstructed surgery - so there are rainbows at the end of Sister's journey I'm sure.
November 19, 2010 at 5:51 AM
David Dust said…
Sis -

I'll be thinking about you and #9 all day today. Please keep us posted.

And please try not to strangle your Sarah Palin wannabe...

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX
OXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX
November 19, 2010 at 7:49 AM
Ken Riches said…
Best of thoughts to #9 and you.
November 19, 2010 at 7:51 PM
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