I Never Lock My Car Door

Mr. G locks the Jaguar every single time he gets out of it and it makes me crazy. If I leave something in his car I have to hunt down a car key, unlock the car, grab my crap and then lock the car again. If I leave something in my car I walk outside, grab it and I’m done. I also leave my car unlocked for a more practical reason. If someone wants to steal something at least they won’t break the window. Well, the other night Alexander went …

I Need Your Insurance Card Before I Can Make You An Appointment

I’m living in a perfect world insurance wise and I’m wise enough to appreciate it. Currently I’m covered at 80% for all out of network expenses and I have a FSA that picks up the rest as tax free money. My husband works for a large corporation, my primary physician is in network, my specialists are out of network and most of them don’t accept insurance anyhow. I am a lucky woman. I’m also betting that I’ve torn my meniscus. According to Dr. Google my symptoms indicate it’s been torn. My right …

Open Enrollment, Life Insurance and My Will

It’s time for open enrollment at Mr. G’s workplace. I spent an hour trying to figure out how much we might spend on healthcare and childcare next year so that we could contribute the appropriate amount to the Flexible Spending Accounts (FSA’s). Life insurance is a no brainer, we get the maximum for him and the maximum for me. It’s less than $10 a month and it’s not a whole lot of insurance, but it’s something. This year I noticed something different on the life insurance options. Take a look …

How CVS Caremark Puts Patients at Great Risk

Last summer I was diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis. I went to see a rheumatologist after the pain in my hands became so unbearable that I was taking ambien and handfuls of Advil while attempting to uncurl my hands and sleep with them under my stomach. The Advil helped with a bit of the pain, the Ambien allowed me to sleep through worst of it. Sometimes. I was plagued with fatigue and felt depression moving in as my ability to function lessened. I guess what I’m saying is that RA wasn’t about me feeling achy. It was …