life on slow forward

Monday I decided that, in addition to the other items we would bring to DJ, we would bring a cat toy from the girls. Dawg and I selected the toy — a Cosmic catnip laced ball — and I set it on the counter to bring with us. I went to the bedroom to finish getting ready to go and heard a rustling sound. I came back to the kitchen, expecting Dawg to be trying to remove the ball from its package, but instead found Twitter on the floor trying to get the ball she had pulled from the counter out of the package by biting and kicking it. I was horrified that Twitter had touched the ball, but then realized that it’s from the girls, with love, to DJ so it’s actually much more fitting that one of them would break in the toy for him.

So that we could sleep through the night, Dawg and I did a Nyquil shot at bedtime. We never do that, but last night it seemed kinda necessary. I had fought smoking a cigarette all day, but as soon as we discussed the Nyquil shot I didn’t hesitate in going through with that.

And then I woke up at 8:30am on Tuesday, groggy as all hell, fed the girls, vegged in front of the TV in such a haze that Dawg kept asking me if I was ok, ate lunch at right before noon, then went back to bed until almost 6:00pm. Lesson: Nyquil knocks you the fuck out.

We’re going to Vermont for a few days to visit friends. Back in January during the crazy freak snowstorm I cancelled my visits to any friends and only saw family, since driving anywhere took two to three times longer in order to get places safely, eating up all the time to visit friends. Blah blah blah why am I explaining myself I am an adult and if I wanna see just my friends that’s my prerogative BobbyBROWN k bai. So Dawg will drive us to Cracker Barrel, we will eat and then pay with the gift card Allie gave him for Kitty Dawggy Day, then I will take over driving the rest of the way to Break Boy and Knitting Girl’s house. We’re throwing in a trip to see my brother but otherwise we’re gonna chill with friends, including some people I haven’t seen since high school who I actually want to see. Dawg‘s just tagging along and doing whatever I tell him we’re doing next. He’s such a good doobie, as his mom says. That means he does what his lady tells him to do and that pleases her.

Just want to thank everyone for nice words (to me and) to Dawg over the last few days. You’re awesome.

Do me a favor: Go watch a rerun. And have a great week. :)

selfish

I am so sad and devastated and mourning the loss of a boy who would be my family if things were different.

Three years later just means it’s the fourth year in a row that I’ve cried until my heart couldn’t take it anymore.

So selfish to love a boy who never knew I existed.

Love you, Puppy. So much.

A story about insurance.

This isn’t about cats! (They’re all good.)

For anyone not familiar, COBRA benefits are group medical and dental insurance benefits employers offer to employees terminated by their company, voluntarily or involuntarily. You pay for the benefits, but it’s covered under the company’s group plan so you get pretty awesome insurance that you very likely won’t qualify for or be able to afford on your own. If you are involuntarily terminated you most likely qualify for an extremely reduced rate for COBRA.

Back when I lived in Vermont I made the decision to voluntarily terminate my employment so that I could move to Queens to find a new job and an apartment to live in with the kitties and Dawg. I had tried to find both while still living in Vermont but employers in NYC are skeptical about the intentions of people who don’t live here, and landlords are skeptical about people who don’t have jobs here — a catch-22. At that time I was offered COBRA at 100% of the cost because the termination was my choice, in legalese referred to as “voluntary”.

I paid almost $500 each month for six months for insurance until I became eligible for insurance through my new job (3 months unemployed, then 3 months more from my job start date until I was eligible). 6 months x $500 = $3000 out of pocket. While making no money for the first 3 months. That wasn’t a pleasant monetary situation. But I lived through it, and continued my streak of never, ever having been without health insurance as far as I know. :)

Then in April 2010 I learned that I would be let go on the very last day that my company existed in its prior-to-bankruptcy form, despite the company being bought out and reincarnated into a new company. Because COBRA was not added into the bidding process for my company’s acquisition, anyone let go prior to the company’s reincarnation date was informed that no COBRA benefits would be offered.

That sucked.

I was told just over a week before my termination date that I would be let go on April 23. I was shaken up that the writing on the wall became true, but I was more shaken up that I would have no health insurance coverage because… what if I got hit by a bus and didn’t die?! THAT COSTS A LOT OF MONEY!

I scoured my options online and with the HR department of the company who terminated me but I learned three things: You can only sign up for individual insurance on or before the 15th of the current month to be eligible for the following month, resulting in me having no way of being covered for the following month; my company’s insurance plan is offered in a different state than where I live (Connecticut), so as an individual living where I live I was not eligible for my former employer’s insurance in any way; I make too much money from unemployment to qualify for state assisted insurance. Car-azy.

I was pretty depressed by this, but I was trying to figure out my options for insurance. Through help from Finn I learned that my options available to me were available from an online insurance comparison company so I went through the process of finding a plan that works for me and filling out the online form. I filled it out on the 7th of May. What I didn’t realize was that I would need to be mailed papers, allllllll the way from California, and they wouldn’t arrive to me until May 14. A Friday. In the afternoon. And there would be no way for me to get my paperwork back to California to a human being in time for June coverage. So… no May coverage, no June coverage. GREAT!

Bus? Bus! Anyone seen that bus that wants to cream me but not kill me?

In addition to this lovely fact, my credit card company decided that my purchases were suspicious so they cancelled my card and issued me a new one, but the insurance company had my old card on file and written into the policy they’d sent me. Another strike against me getting this insurance in a timely manner.

Since I wasn’t going to get the insurance for June and I had to take care of activating the new credit card (that took a few days and a few phone calls promising that I was me and that I was calling form my home and that I had authorized the strange-to-them purchases on my card) I held onto the paperwork and didn’t mail it back.

And then all the stuff with the cats happened and I kinda forgot about myself and worried about my girls. You know all that happened, everything’s pretty good on this side of things, and today was the first day that I put the focus back on myself: I had to go get a prescription today, but without insurance. I didn’t feel like spending $4.50 and going all the way into Manhattan so I figured out how to transfer my prescription back to my local pharmacy. They called to ask me to bring a new insurance card because my current one was declined, so I explained I was working on getting new insurance and that I’d pay cash when I picked up the prescription.

I put my pants on and drove over to the pharmacy. I told the pharmacist my name. She had trouble finding my script so I explained I had been called and told it was ready. She went over to a counter near where she had been filling scripts and looked through the entire pile. She then found my bag and said “you’re the one with no insurance?” Because it’s important for everyone around me to know that I’m uninsured. I said yes and nervously laughed, which I wish I hadn’t because I was annoyed she was putting my business out into the world. And then instead of coming over to give me my script she started filing all the other prescriptions alphabetically by last names into the bins… For, like, several minutes. Because this loser chick doesn’t have insurance so she deserves to be treated like she’s unimportant. I wasn’t that annoyed by this, but… I was definitely more sensitive about the way I was being treated because I was paying full fee for (thankfully a generic) prescription but I was still left feeling like I was inadequate for not having a plastic membership card.

And then I came home, opened my mailbox and found an envelope from my old employer. I thought, “hmmm, what is this thick packet of info and … what good can possibly come of this?” I got upstairs, put all my stuff down, took my pants back off, and opened the letter. To my really pleasant surprise, it was a letter from the HR group letting me know that COBRA benefits were being reinstated retroactively to May 31, 2010. The cost of the benefits? $450 for medical and dental.

Ouch.

BUT, here comes the good part: I was involuntarily terminated so was eligible for benefits at 35% of the original cost, about half of what I would have been paying for lesser insurance if I had submitted my paperwork for the plan I found online.

I read through all the paperwork and called the HR group to verify that I was eligible for the reduced payment, made a check out, put a stamp and the HR to: address and my from: address label on an envelope, put the black ink into my printer, scanned the pages and the envelope and check for my records, then put my pants back on and walked to my local post office to drop my letter into the mailbox that gets picked up at 5pm.

You are now looking at an again medically and dentally insured Popstar as of sometime early next week when the HR group in CT opens my letter from Queens. And now that bus can stay far, far away. :)

The end!

Bean’s Big Day

Today our youngest baby bean is getting spayed. I am sad that she will be forcibly inducted into womanhood (well, ok, she already went into heat that one time for 3 days so she’s been a woman for a few weeks, whatever!).

Positive thoughts from everyone that Twitter comes out the other side just as carnivorous. Thank you!!!

Ripley’s TODAY progress

The vet and I are satisfied enough with Ripley’s progress so that she will now take 1/2 tablet of prednisone once a day for 4 days then 1/2 tablet of prednisone once a day every other day until we have no more prednisone. No more motion sickness pill. If she improves on this dosing (doesn’t have a setback) she doesn’t need to go back for another recheck. If she has a setback I call and schedule an appointment or get new directions for pill dosing.

While we were there and I had my back turned to the door The Other Vet barged in and started barking orders at The Nice Vet. That guy is a fucking asshole. I stood in front of Ripley, guarding her from his view. I would not look at him. I was horrified enough that Ripley had to hear his voice, she actually started fidgeting when she heard him.

Note to people who want to be vets: You need to like and have compassion for animals. And it’d be good if you could be mild mannered to their human owners.

Unless Ripley does something really amazing I won’t be posting videos of her daily. We’ll be switching to Tweet Pea progress videos. I will keep you posted on both girls (even if I say “nothing has changed” about Ripley).

Thank you all, so very very much, for all the support you have given. I don’t know how people get through stuff like this without their friends and family. Hugs are in this basket right here, take one at the door. [HUGS]