Fuck.

[lls_mutant]

Yeah, that's right. Not frak. Fuck. As in FUCK!

The insurance claim was denied.

a.) So not happy.
b.) Why didn't anyone start this paperwork earlier?
c.) Did I mention I'm PISSED.
d.) Insurance company was going to send me a letter detailing my options (rather than calling me). Fuck that. I called them. Let's get the appeals process going.
e.) I'm terrified the appeal isn't going to work, either. I just read the letter, and if you don't deal with Toby, it doesn't sound all that ominus.
f.) I've been half storming about, half crying.
g.) FUCK.
h.) Yeah, I got nothing else. Just FUCK.

I think I need to abuse a fictional character today. Hard. Really, really, really hard. That and eat chocolate and cry and swear and something else, I don't know what.

FUCK.

Comments

[trovia.livejournal.com]

God, I'm sorry to hear that. Sounds like a mess. I wish I could say something to make you feel better.

You really should go and have a character be beaten into a pulp. Maybe Baltar! That always cheers me up! :)

[topaz-eyes.livejournal.com]

Oh for Pete's sake... I'm sorry to hear that, hon. *lets Leela boot insurance company, hard*

[piyer.livejournal.com]

1) {{{{{BIG BEAR HUGS}}}}} for you.
2) *passes the cyber chocolate and mega-rich ice cream*
3) Just point Rocky in the right direction for your insurance company:




Don't lose hope, hon.

[prophetkristy.livejournal.com]

ACKS! Fuck indeed. Girlfriend, eat chocolate ice cream (like, Haagen-Daz or something!) and watch soap operas. I'm so sorry! I wish I wasn't about to teach a lab so I could write you a ficlet or something!

Insurance companies in this country suck SO HARD.

(((lls_mutant)))

Maybe this will help: you got love from the Buffistas!

[aome.livejournal.com]

I hope the treatment team will be working with you on the appeals process, stating very clearly that THIS TREATMENT IS MEDICALLY NECESSARY. Insist that they do so. Given that we're currently fighting our own insurance company for Two's speech therapy, I sympathize. But - wow, talk about a last-minute choke. After all the preparation and fretting you've done!! Argh!

I made you a fic!

[prophetkristy.livejournal.com]

OMG, I've never done a real drabble before. I had a really hard time with only 100 words. (also posting to bsg_100, but tis for YOU! *hugs* *shoots laser beams at terrible health care system*)

Title: Syllabic
Author: prophetkristy
Characters: Gaeta
Rating: G
Spoilers: None
Prompt: Firsts
Note: For lls_mutant, who's having a bad day.


The first time Ensign Felix Gaeta entered the CIC on Battlestar Galactica, suspecting he smelled rust, he had to repeat his recent mantra. Three years, then grad school. Too many syllables to be dead end.

His fathers' excitement—legendary William Adama. The best hands-on opportunity in the fleet. Calculating bearings and jumps by hand. You love math, Felix. Also too many syllables.

Back straight, salute precise, Felix mentally stomped on the speculation that a console explosion had caused Adama's facial scars. The gravelly voice directed him to his station—as if he hadn't memorized the entire battlestar. DRADIS—two syllables.

Re: I made you a fic!

[lls-mutant.livejournal.com]

Oh my God, thank you! This did cheer me up, very much! Thanks again!!! (And his two fathers! ::hugs::)

Re: I made you a fic!

[prophetkristy.livejournal.com]

You bet your bippy his two fathers! That's totally canon now. I'll fight anyone who denies it. :o)

[ramie-k.livejournal.com]

That blows, hon. I work in insurance and I know how retarded it is sometimes. I hope it gets resolved for you. *hugs*

[tin-o-biscuits.livejournal.com]

I finished the storyboard, will work on the 'real' pages tomorrow, will def send you page 1 tomorrow night.

Much prayers and candle lighting and rune carving will be done for you, too. :)