Needing to buy your own health insurance makes you one of the unwanted children of the insurance marketplace.
Singing to the choir.
After nearly gushing blood all over Tricia's fancy new [clean-enough-you-can-eat-on] carpet, I'm hankering for some coverage. Parents take note: Even IF I had signed up with Scient I'd still be screwed. Filing bancruptcy provides no motivation for them to continue extending benefits. They've apparently stopped communicating with Cobra.
However, even if I DO obtain coverage for the here and now, it may not help. Consider the definition of a "break in coverage". If you have a break, a new insurer could refuse to cover something that it deems is a "pre-existing condition". Imagine the liberties they take exploring the definition.
Yuck.
Either way, I'd prefer to avoid future discussions on stiches vs. butterfly bandaids. Or, as She strongly advocated, the use of crazy glue for open wounds. (!?!)
Then this morning I received a sneaky email from Ernesto's daughter. Sent from her email address, she penned it as though her father had written it. So either that means:
1) Ernesto IS bonkers (and is reneging on our last discussion) OR
2) She's trying to coerce me out of money.
My parents suspect that Ernesto was giving her the difference on rent to pay her own mortgage. I don't care if she's a teacher and doesn't have money. It's illegal to overcharge a sublettor on a rent control apartment. Wench. And I am steaming. She sent the note to me and my parents. grrrr. steam. If she doesn't stop immediately, I am filing a report with Eliot Spitzer's office. Take that you, you, Grrr.
(Note: I am trying to weed some of the horrendous cuss words from my immediate vocabulary. The visiting folk from New Orleans have shamed me into behaving.)
posted by irene @ 10/07/2002 02:32:00 PM
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