Day + 60, #$@#$ Insurance Company

Being stuck in a house in upstate New York really isn't that much different than being stuck in a luxury apartment in Boston. Either way, you're still stuck. Instead of seeing the city's elite walk their dogs in the Commonwealth Mall, I just see pickup trucks with NASCAR stickers on their rear mud flaps. Oh, and a lot more trees.

I don't think I'm the only person who maintains a love-hate relationship with their health insurance company. When they pay your medical bills quickly, you want to invite them over for dinner. But when they give you the runaround and pass you from department to department as they did to me this morning, I feel like driving to wherever they are and go postal. It's true when they say that when undergoing treatment for a serious disease, dealing with paperwork and the customer representatives can be as much threat to your health as the disease itself.

(takes deep breath)

Now that I'm thinking happy thoughts, I want to say that I have read every comment from every person on my blog since this terrible thing began. Although I may not have responded to all of you, I wanted to thank each of you for all of the kind words and support you have given me over the last two and-a-half months. When things were real bad, it was really comforting to read your messages of encouragement. And all of the get-well cards! The support you have given me has been unbelievable. Thank you, thank you, thank you.