When will it end...

I was in an auto accident on 1/26/07. I was rear-ended while stopped on the interstate, causing me to hit the person in front of me. The person hitting me didn't see that traffic had stopped, so she was going quite fast. I have injuries that I'm still getting treated for and will expect to received treatment for, for the remainder of my adult life. Today, several months later, I discovered that my medical bills haven't been paid. The problem was that, somewhere in my pea brain, I thought that the insurance of the person who hit me was going to pay for it, and I had all my bills sent to their insurance claims department. Wrong. My med-pay was supposed to do the paying. So, God willing, as of today, all that has been fixed. Thank goodness for patient payees.

I'm not sure why insurance has to be so dang complicated, though. I mean, if you throw a baseball through a neighbor's window, your parents pay for it...if you knock over a glass vase, you replace it...you know how it works - "you break it, you buy it." Why doesn't insurance work that way? No, with insurance, you have to pay for it yourself, THEN go through the hassle of requesting a reimbursement. I suppose this gives them room to argue charges and validity of it all. And in my case, they are going to want to argue why they should pay when a woman was going at highway speeds while the traffic in front of her was STOPPED. Erg. God, grant me the serenity...

"...but we've always done it that way..."

Isn't it amusing how so many of the classic mystery books are titled in the following way:
"The" + adjective + noun
Strange. I want to get to a point in my listening-reading where I can name authors that I like instead of titles of books. Being literarily inclined has only recently been an addition to my long-term-goals list.

Second blog posting in almost a year, all on one night. I guess I'm in a mood to write/type tonight. Or, I need therapy and don't want to pay for it.

Oopsie-loopsie

Unfortunately, I wasn't a good friend on my birthday last year...I did not appropriately acknowledge that my husband was indeed here with me to participate in any type of celebration I chose. (Sometimes "party of two" is a good thing...other times, well...) And, it's been too long since I've written anything...it's almost my birthday again. I feel like I'm starting over completely.

Does anyone really care about typos in their blog? I'm finding myself correcting mine...and wondering what happened to my excellent typing skills from my legal secretary days.

There was a very bad thunder/lightning storm here this evening. I think we got about 2 inches of rain in about that many minutes. Also, Miss Cleo peed on the couch. This was following about 3 days of TomTom screaming at the top of his lungs, day AND night, anytime another of the cats came near him. (He apparently thought he was being chased by both the other cats as they were running in the door...he got skeered...for three days.)

I am the self-designated "Reine de l'Elipse"...just do your best to move past it. Thanks, dear.