Archive for December, 2017

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Monday, December 11th, 2017

Colonial Beach Elementary School held its annual winter concert last week.

Second, fourth, fifth grade and the concert band and chorus performed. Just a couple shots of the adorable kiddos.

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Monday, December 11th, 2017

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Saturday, December 9th, 2017

Christmas festivities in Colonial Beach, VA.

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Thursday, December 7th, 2017

My insurance company is frustrating the hell out of me.

I’m on a number of medications, see, cancer survivor, diabetic, with chronic pain and lymphedema. So, meds.

While, I am grateful that I have insurance, I am also fed up as hell. Everything was lined up, one day a month an hour’s drive, each way, to get my medications.

Then my insurance decided I needed to get a bunch of them from mail order. Okay, I can handle that except it’s a pain in the ass and they still haven’t fixed my synthroid prescription so I am going without that.

Recently they decided to change their rules on preauthorizations for my pain medications. They gave me one, then fought us on the other. And fought and fought and fought.

They finally approved it, but only for 84 pills. My doctor prescribed 3 a day times 30 days a month, so 90 pills. They refuse to pay for those last six.

It’s ridiculous. So, tonight I went and got that prescription and one other. Due to insurance screwing around my other one won’t be approved to be paid for until tomorrow.

Again, an hour’s drive away. An hour’s drive home.

I have to cover multiple things this weekend for the paper, meetings, installations, an art show. I have a photography shoot on Sunday.

Monday is deadline day.

I am fed up with all of this. These medications keep me alive, keep me working, keep my going.

This tires me.

Tomorrow between meetings I get to call the insurance company and fight them on some other things they aren’t covering. One of which is my Mirena IUD.

I need the Mirena as I have endometrial hyperplasia. Without it I could develop endometrial cancer. They fought it last time, they’re fighting us this time.

I’m 42. I like my uterus where it is.

I also like the side effect of no chance of pregnancy. (Yes, that’s a change from the past. A story for another day.)

If I didn’t have a history of infertility they would cover it with no problem as needed for birth control, but to stop me from having another form of cancer they won’t?

The hell?

Gah, I need a drink.

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Wednesday, December 6th, 2017

Tonight was the annual Winter Concert and Christmas Tree auction. The local PTA auctions off small trees that the various grades sponsor and put items into.

Last year I won several, the year before two, I spent entirely too much money on them in the past, but it’s such a good fundraiser for the school and the PTA. As few volunteers as our PTA gets, it’s worth it to me.

This year, I ended up with one tree. No big theme, it came with cute ornaments, wrapping paper (six rolls) and is really just adorable. I bid on the Star Wars tree, but as I really don’t need it I stopped at $65. Last I saw it was up to $80.

My sister, Katie, also goes and bids on the trees. She’s as competitive as I am so we end up not bidding on the same trees.  One year my Mom and I ended up bidding up a tree we both wanted to $100. Yeah, I paid (of course I won, competitive) $100 for the tree.

It was pretty awesome though as it was a tree themed with the high schools’ colors and mascots. I gave the shirts on it to the kids and kept the scarf that was the tree skirt.

Along with the auction, the concert is always so much fun. The little kids are so much fun with how into they get. Coren was in the youngest group and that boy is a ham. At one point during the song instead of following the actual movements, he ended up dabbing.

I was done. I started giggling and had to cover my head. He’s too much.

I’m almost out of major Christmas related activities in town. There is the house tour this weekend, but I do not cover it (houses aren’t typically handicap accessible and neither is the town trolley that takes people to it.)

I have the just outside of town fire department’s installation Saturday night, Town Council Saturday morning. Art Walk Friday evening (we do a second Friday art walk here because the next town over has there’s First Friday.)

Oh, I have a meeting Friday morning. Almost forgot about that.

All evening I have been thinking that I am forgetting something I am supposed to do tomorrow. It still isn’t coming to me, but hopefully, I’ll remember before it happens.

I really think it might be those council meetings used to be held on this Thursday of the month that is still pinging in my brain. Who knows? It’s been a busy week.