30 Days of Thanks – Day 7 – Medical Insurance

I have raised delusional children.  Alright, let’s not call them delusional.  Let’s go with stubborn.

I’m allergic to cats.  Granuaile is allergic to cats.  Brighid is allergic to cats.

Welcome to the family, Brighid’s new pet:

Okay, maybe it’s me that’s delusional, but does that look like a cat to you?  Yeah, me too.

So, as my family anticipates becoming a three kids/two dogs/one cat family, I’m thinking of the bills I’m about to incur to cover the Allegra I’m going to need.  Or Benadryl.  Or Claritin.

And then I’m grateful for the fact that any time I’ve needed medication, I’ve either had awesome insurance to cover it, or I’ve had a doctor that was kind enough to offer me medication from their supply of samples.

We have new insurance lately, and the coverage isn’t as good as what we used to have.  It’s a new beast for me to have to be aware of how much my medical care might cost.  Gone are the days of zero deductible, zero copayment, 100% coverage.  When you have it, you take it for granted.

I took what we had for granted, but I am so grateful to be able to pay medical bills.  I know that even with our new plan’s out of pocket component, we are lucky to have coverage that will protect us in an emergency.

We are so very lucky, and I am so incredibly thankful.

I Love Cats – Especially With General Tso’s Sauce

That’s a line I am borrowing from my husband, because honestly, I don’t care what you do to them, I am not a cat person.  I believe that cats, while they are living, are in a constant state of planning your demise.  They are hoping in silence that you are one of those crazy cat people who has left all of your worldly possessions to them in your will, and at whatever chance they find, they will trip you as you are going down the steps, smother you in your sleep, or sneak hairballs into your spaghetti so you choke to death.

And then there was Snowball.

I asked Bill, one of my lab partners, not to do it.  Please don’t name this cat that we are going to be required to dissect something that will endear it to our hearts.  Give it a name like Dexter – TVs infamous serial killer/forensics investigator.  Call it Garbage, and then we won’t mind so much when it gets tossed back into it’s clear, plastic trash bag home – permanently.

Not only does he give the cat a warm and fuzzy name like Snowball, so I can’t look it in the hermetically sealed eyes, but I also can’t ever watch the Simpsons again.  How could I watch as Lisa tosses a ball of string to their little cat, Snowball, and not get misty eyed over our Snowball?

If I have learned anything at all in my return to the world of academia, I have learned that I still do not like cats.

But I feel pretty darned awful for Snowball.

This is not the actual Snowball, may he rest in pieces.