COBRA is finally in place! After a third phone call, I spoke to someone who gave me more new information, but helped me straighten it all out. Turns out, you can’t make a payment if you are set up for direct deposit. So the nice fellow who helped me yesterday removed the direct deposit, allowed me to pay for one month with a credit card, then processed a rush with the insurance companies so that I am now covered and back covered. Additionally, my check was processed as well, which catches me up through the end of June. The same nice fellow who helped me yesterday also called me back today to tell me that everything was set up. I picked up my Paxil today and only had to spend $1.25 instead of $33 for it. *whew!* Finally!!
This week has been a little crazy, but hopefully things are settling down now. I wrote about the incident with my niece in Runaway and Runaway Part II. She seems to be herself now, but I will track her facebook statuses more carefully from now on. They seem to be a good indication of how things are going with her. She doesn’t seem inclined to talk to me, and I think it’s because she is afraid that I will tell her what she doesn’t want to hear: partying is bad for her. I know how she feels. But you have to make choices in life and some of those are related to your health. Others are related to your career and if she keeps this drinking and partying up she won’t have the career she wants. It’s hard to get through school with a science degree. It’s harder to get through school with a science degree and good grades, even if you are smart. It takes a lot of work. She’ll tell me that she knows and is prepared, but her behavior speaks to the opposite. There’s a big difference between a beer or two on a Friday night and being too drunk to walk without falling down. Maybe I sound like a stick in the mud, but I’ve been where she is and I know it doesn’t work.
On to other news… I got called a BFF this week! 🙂 I’ve never been called a BFF before. I was out shopping with a friend of mine on Wednesday, and we were looking at pillows for her new couch. I picked up a cute one that had BFF embroidered on it and that’s when she said I was her BFF. It took a few moments before it sunk in, and I said it back. (It’s sorta like the L-bomb, isn’t it?) I think a million things went through my head in those few moments. First, I’ve always thought of myself as a loner inside. My friendships aren’t fake, but they are limited. For example, this friend doesn’t know I am bipolar. She probably never will. Which is another part of the reason why I hesitated. Can I call someone a best friend if I can’t tell them I am bipolar? I probably could, but I don’t want to. You see, she is a police officer. And I don’t want her thinking that someday she might have to be the one sitting next to me while I’m handcuffed to a chair awaiting a psych eval. If the situation ever warrants it, I would tell her, but there’s no need to blurt it out just because we’ve determined we are BFFs. Oh, and lastly? I never thought I was cool enough to be called a BFF. 😉
That rounds out most of this week. I am so happy to have insurance coverage! And I am so excited to be called a BFF! (I feel cool now.) Next up – I need a job! In the meantime, I hope everyone has a great weekend!