Work, Play, and Bullshit.

I'm back to work! Sort of. Tommorow I'm going to Indianapolis for a training session for the new and improved benefits company that is back on it's feet. They got a huge grocery store signed up for their benefits, and starting October 23rd, we're enrolling 15, 000 employees. It will be a 3 week process. I'll be missing the first week, because Aaron and I are leaving for Florida on the 24th for a week. Fantasy Fest, here I come! I plan on letting it all hang out and having a rockin' time, complete with body paint and beads. We have a house rented on Key Biscane which is 20 minutes from Key West, where the debauchery will be. I can't believe we are finally going- it's something we've wanted to do for a long time. And I'll finally get to swim with my beloved dolphins.

Once we get back, I will be in Indianpolis doing enrollments for the remainder. It will provide us with enough money to not worry for a little while and hopefully, the enrollments will continue and I can work a couple of weeks a month. That would be the perfect situation. Make full time wages without putting in the hours. Maybe my patience is paying off. We shall see. I have to do some prep work before tomorrow, which I should be doing now, but the day is young, and I can't help but procrastinate.

The appeal from my doctor to send me to the Cleveland Clinic was denied, I found out yesterday. But my crafty (and very frusterated) husband made some phone calls and found out that my doctor didn't send my file with the appeal. He sent a letter. Um, I'm no doctor, but common sense tells me that in order for a proper decision to be reached, the insurance company needs my 300 page file. Why on earth would they send me to an incredibly expensive, world renowned facility after reading a ONE page letter? So, we are prepared to get involved and fight this ourselves if need be. I wonder about the compentency of my physician. I mean, this guy came highly regarded as one of the best in the area, but we don't live in a big city. He flat out told me yesterday that he lacks the expertise, and he feels I need care that only a specialized staff could provide. At least he's upfront about it. Right now, we've managed to find a balance of medications that keep my pain managable, but I don't want to live off pain meds forever. There has to be something out there. If I have to go and see a medicine man in the rainforest I will. I refuse to give in and let pain rule my life.