I am down and out again. The rain keeps coming down in Texas, when the wind isn’t trying to blow us away… And the pollen is higher than ever, with a really high mold count (to which I am very allergic). I am not the only member of my family suffering right now, and I just finished compiling fifty dollars worth of paperwork for my health insurance company because there are claims they don’t want to pay for. I am not an insurance-scammer. I really have been ill. I really have avoided expensive medication and referrals to specialists because I can’t pay for them. The pirates are actually the ones who have collected all the insurance premiums and then don’t intend to pay anything out. Sure, we are talking about pre-existing conditions, but the law says they can’t hold that against me any more. I could take them to court, but lawyers cost money too, and WHAT PART OF BROKE DON”T THEY UNDERSTAND?
This post is a place-holder. I have been religiously posting every day in 2015 and this post answers that particular quest today. But don’t worry yourself, Ol’ Black Timothy (the pirate pictured below in red, beside his best friend Scruffy Bill, who has two wooden legs, two wooden arms, and a wooden head)! I promise you, I will get to the humorous post where I skewer the evil buccaneers at (I won’t disclose the name, but it rhymes with Aetna in the way that orange rhymes with orange) and the evil swashbuckling freebooters of (rhymes with Bank of America…and possibly Providian). But for right now my head is hurting, I cannot breath, and I have a sick child to take care of at the same time. (How’s that for typing with one hand and fighting with a saber in the other?)
Catch a Falling Star 