Waiting By The Telephone

I called the insurance company. (I have discovered my insurance is only partially insures. Mostly, they obtain "a group discount." LOVELY.)

It took 20 minutes. And we're still not done yet. YET.

I'm hoping this (by which I mean the process of getting drugs) will get better.

The good news is that they quoted me a price exactly half of the previous one. Exactly. Which leaves me to wonder -- did you forget something? Are you out? Having a sale? WHAT?

You KNOW you're an IF'er when good news makes you scared.

IF drugs are handles by a "special team," I'm told, because (and I quote) "they are so tedious." NICE. I waited for 20+ minutes for one of the special team to become available. After 20 minutes, the member of the un-special team that had been on the phone with me said that someone would get back to me.

And so now, I wait.

Lord.

I have no real news. I had a muffin today because I was in an odd mood. I know that's not truly scandalous, but when you factor in my insane diet... it is.

Mama is Mama. She has lately been all hug-y. Which she was not when I first met her, let me tell you. Last night we curled up on the couch and watched television. I wrapped my arms around her and put my cheek to her head. We sat there contented for the better part of an hour. (It was nice.)

Waiting.

H is also good. He's called almost all our credit cards and creditors and talked to them, setting up payment plans and whatnot. In six months or so we should have much better credit than we currently do.

I've completely turned into the dutiful wife on the topic of our finances. I don't know if I'm just so exhausted by IF or what, but I let my husband handle EVERYTHING about our finances these days. It's nice to trust someone to do it, it'd nice to not have that worry on my shoulders. (I'm full, thanks.)

One credit card rep needed to to talk to me a week or so ago. She wanted to get confirmation that H was "authorized" to speak on my behalf. And then she wanted to chat a little bit more with me, for what I can't recall. What I can CAN recall is saying to her on the phone: "We've had a little problem coming back after our miscarriage." I was feeling a wee bit... bitchy. "Can you talk to my husband now?" and walked away from the phone.

The Credit Card Rep was so sweet. She cut H a deal, pulled some strings, and put us on a payment plan. It worked SO WELL that H came up to me after the conversation and asked, "Am I a horrible person to call all our past due accounts and tell them that you miscarried?" And I replied, "well, you might be, but do it anyway."

I'm still so hurt and angry about my mc/chemical pregnancy/blighted ovum/can someone give me a ruling on what to call it. Angry angry. Want to break things and stomp about and burst into tears angry. I want someone, everyone to know and I want them to FIX IT. Someone FIX IT.

I'm waiting...