Time just moves faster and faster, which means that I am getting older and older. I adore the fall, but I feel like it was just June, and before that it was just January. Also, I am ill again, and I was just sick a few weeks ago! It seriously just happened.
And now I have a lesson in how NOT to be an adult. It goes like this:
I have felt like crap since Thursday, and while I feel less tired and overall crappy today, I have the sneaking suspicion that the congestion is moving to my lungs. I hardly ever have chest colds, but when I do, they almost always manage to turn into bronchitis. Which is no fun. And I believe antibiotics don't help. So why might I need a doctor? Well, what if it turns into pneumonia instead? I'm pretty sure you need a doctor for that!
LUCKILY, I have an HSA, so I don't really have to go to an assigned doctor now. Still, it would be nice to have a regular doctor. I guess. Ugh, whatever!
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An unrelated story:
So the other day, when I was walking with my nephew Owen, he said, "On the first day of the world, was everybody babies?" It was so cute! And since I didn't feel like explaining the Big Bang Theory and evolution to a 5-year-old, I said yeah. I am the best auntie ever.
And now I have a lesson in how NOT to be an adult. It goes like this:
- Get a letter about your insurance not accepting your doctor anymore
- freak out, then decide to get proactive and find the best new doctor EVER... and then ignore the whole doctor thing until the very last minute
- hope that you really don't need to have a doctor on your insurance renewal forms, even though you know that you really do
- on the day when your insurance renewal forms are due, call around until you find a doctor who is accepting new patients - while doing this, write down a ton of notes that make no sense
- after writing down four or five doctor names, and a ton of notes that make no sense, don't bother indicating on your nonsensical notes which doctor you actually picked
- don't think about it for almost a year
- get sick and have NO FUCKING IDEA WHO YOUR DOCTOR IS
I have felt like crap since Thursday, and while I feel less tired and overall crappy today, I have the sneaking suspicion that the congestion is moving to my lungs. I hardly ever have chest colds, but when I do, they almost always manage to turn into bronchitis. Which is no fun. And I believe antibiotics don't help. So why might I need a doctor? Well, what if it turns into pneumonia instead? I'm pretty sure you need a doctor for that!
LUCKILY, I have an HSA, so I don't really have to go to an assigned doctor now. Still, it would be nice to have a regular doctor. I guess. Ugh, whatever!
~*~*~*~*~
An unrelated story:
So the other day, when I was walking with my nephew Owen, he said, "On the first day of the world, was everybody babies?" It was so cute! And since I didn't feel like explaining the Big Bang Theory and evolution to a 5-year-old, I said yeah. I am the best auntie ever.
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