I got a collection notice last week for a medical bill. You know, one of those official red notices that warns of dire consequences to myself and my financial future if I don’t pay the bill.
The thing is, I’ve paid the bill. In fact, I’m pretty sure I’ve paid the bill twice already. But now I need to PROVE I’ve paid the bill.
I’ll have to go back through my bill records, rustle up my HSA statement, and then get on the phone to explain myself, fax over the proof (who uses a fax machine any more anyway?) and probably fight to the death to prove my innocence.
The bill is for $16.19. I’m so tempted to just pay it again and save myself the agony.
It’s Whiny Wednesday. What makes you want to throw up your hands and walk away?
My whine today is about doctors not being able to tell me why I have the symptoms I have. I was diagnosed with premature ovarian failure little over a year ago; this diagnosis has made me look into my life a little closer, which made me realize that I’ve always had problems with low energy, low body temperature, cycle issues, etc. After running a battery of tests, one doctor diagnosed me with a form of hypothyroidism, so I’ve been on a super-low-dosage of thyroid supplement for a couple of weeks. Then this week at an OB-GYN checkup, doctor #2 tells me that doctor #1 is completely wrong, and he thinks all my symptoms are due to depression. I would buy the “depression” argument due to my POF diagnosis, except that I’ve ALWAYS had energy problems. He also thought that the hormone replacement therapy I’ve been on is bogus (doesn’t matter that IT WORKS). As one of my favorite cartoons Kathy would say, “AACK!!!”
7 days ago I was in the worst depressed and upset state because my best friend had her baby shower and I wasn’t invited — found out it happenned on facebook. I’m so happy to report that I am totally over it — and only 7 days later. After living with infertility as long as I have, it’s great to know that I know what to do to take care of myself and to make myself feel better so that I can circle back to my happy place without a lot of drama, crying, and despair. I whined about it last week so I think this site has a lot to do with helping me stay in a good place. Thank you!
My whine is that I just had another miscarriage last week. I was a week late but didn’t think much of it because we’ve tried to get pregnant for seven years now and I’ve only been pregnant once, and that was ectopic. And I’m 37 so things start to go awry about this age. Then I started bleeding, for two weeks, and started thinking that maybe I was having a miscarriage. The doctor confirmed my suspicions. At least it wasn’t ectopic this time. One of my many SIL’s is pregnant, they usually are, and she keeps posting pics on fb about getting their nursery ready. Her shower in in Oct and I’m SO not going, but I’ll either have to explain why to people and I don’t want to talk about it, or just look like a coldhearted bitch. DAMMIT!!! And she’s 23, so I can’t help being jealous that not only is she pregnant but her WHOLE life is ahead of her and she has plenty of time to have even more babies, and she wants a bunch. I’m gonna have to move out of the damn country.
I’m so sorry for your loss. Been there, with the miscarriage and surrounded by people celebrating their own pregnancies. It sucks. Take good care of yourself. You deserve it.
So sorry to hear that Angela.
So so sorry to hear about the miscarriage. That really sucks. Please continue to vent or cry or whatever you need to do. We are here for you.
My darling dog has killed yet another plant the old-fashioned way…by peeing on it. Seriously, I’m thinking of bringing in a doggy psychic to ask, “What is your issue really? Why are you mad at me? Can we resolve this another way so you’ll stop taking it out on my plants?” He is the sweetest thing in the world, and I know there’s a lot of stress in the house (we have on second, elderly dog who’s on her last days and my husband is up against a huge work project), but please, can’t he take it out on a fire hydrant?
My whine today is work. I have been working like crazy for the past month, and it is just too much. My manager has decided that quality be damn, the important thing is quantity, and I just hate that. Everyone is unhappy with that, most of my coworker share my frustration and are thinking about leaving. As for me, I so badly want to quit my job, but in this uncertain economy, my so unemployed, I cant quit. At least, I have a week off soon
ARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH
I Just got a survey call from the Ontario Farmers association.
Q: are you the person who does the shopping for your family?
Me: yes
Q: and how many people are you shopping for?
Me: 2
Q: ah.. you dont have any kids?
Me: (pauses in disbelief of this question) no
Q: Oh you dont have kids yet or are they grown up?
Me: (seriously getting mad at this line of questioning) No we cant have children, and these are very rude questions.
Q: oh ok click…
Seriously… I was SO mad at this questioning… The fact that it was a woman who sounded hispanic (a sweet motherly sounding voice) talking to me as if she knew me and her questions were totally probing. WHAT THE HELL DO FARMERS CARE IF I HAVE KIDS????
my next stop on the ol’ internet is to find the OFA and send them a peice of my mind. I love to support local farmers, but this was RUDE!
my agrevation just increases….. I looked up OFA .. it wasnt farmers it was federation of agriculture… so i googled the phone number and found this forum http://800notes.com/Phone.aspx/1-800-878-9635 So the Foodland apparently were caling to give away food or something????? and because I dont have kids they hang up on ME?????
Ok, so this is not really a whine… more of a relief to not have to whine after a check up at my OB/GYN’s office. My last gynecological visits left me really unhappy with the office I frequently visited, one of these women’s health facilities with a large staff and many different doctors. I found the staff unprofessional (with opinions that a woman like me who really wanted to have children does not want to hear), never got the same doctor twice, etc. So, today I finally went back for a check up with a different gynecologist… and oh, so much better. There was not a single pregnant woman in the waiting room… or none that were showing at least!! Ok, so when I walked in from the waiting room there were loads of pictures on the walls of babies, which I assume were client’s babies, of course. But that actually didn’t upset me as much as going to an office full of pregnant women and hearing the giddy comments of the staff about new pregnancies, etc. When the doctor finally arrived, he did ask if I had had any pregnancies, and then asked if this had been by choice. I said not by choice, but our problem seems to be male factor. He did say, it’s never too late in life, adoption is a possibility, and something about knowing from experience, but he didn’t elaborate. I, of course, wanted to tell him that it would be difficult given my husband’s age, 58, and the lack of a sum of $20-25,000 readily available for this purpose. But, I didn’t. He came across as really warm, caring and friendly… so completely different from the doctors I’ve visited recently. I wonder though, why seeing the pics of babies is not something that bothers me, but seeing pregnant women does. I wonder why adoption is not something that pulls at my heart, but why I wake up anxious way too early in the morning feeling that I didn’t get to experience pregnancy, birth, breastfeeding. When I think of my friends with children, I am not envious about the many tedious components that make up parenting. I am envious that they made a child with the one they loved and that they have joined a club (with full bragging rights) of which I am not a part.
I can relate to everything you are saying. I had horrible experiences with gynecologists. I am now going to a woman who primarily treats women who are menopausal. Everyone in the waiting room is over 40 and never pregnant and it is a lot better. I also get the same feelings of anxiety over the feeling that I will NEVER know what it is like to have a baby. I also don’t have the pull on my heart to adopt either. I know a couple that adopted a boy who is going through serious behavioral issues and I wonder if they regret adoption. And I know the feeling of wanting a child to be the product of our love. I try to make myself feel better by telling myself that in our next lifetime, my husband and I will be parents. Just not this one.
I’ve had to fight double bills before, I had meds they made me pay in full before shipping and 6 months later send a bill saying it was never paid when their policy is always payment in full before shipping. My whine today is I’m so tired of whenever anyone in our company has a baby they send out pictures and details to everyone in the company, even if these people work in a different location and I never met them. Got two in the last week and I wish I could mark these emails as spam.
I am so fed up with not having a decent parking space at the grocery store. When I leave work and head to the story to buy items for dinner, I’m tired; and I don’t feel like having to walk a long distance between car and store. Yet I’m typically forced to do so because my local supermarket recently designated about 8 “Families With Children” parking spaces. I may not have produced a child from my body, but I’m a full-time working woman with a husband, a cat, and a dog. And I’m tired.