I love many things about this day and age: clothes that don’t need ironing, TVs whose pictures don’t roll, air conditioning, feminine hygiene products, telephones that travel with you, food delivery services. There is so much good about the times we live in.
But I fear we’ve taken it a bit too far--at least as far as technology is concerned.
(And maybe fashion....)
When everything requires a password, and every password has to be based on a different set of parameters, things have gone too far. When one cannot go into her doctor’s office or even to a Mickey D’s and be serviced by human being but rather asked to sign in or place on order at a computerized kiosk, things have gone too far. When one can not pick up her phone and speak to the person who has the answer to her question, but rather must go through a bunch of button pushing or mouse clicks in answer to questions she barely understands, if at all, things have gone too far.
I spent almost this entire day figuring out, though a series of mouse clicks and phone calls that went nowhere, when I could pick up my computer and why my insurance claim for a pain block epidural had been turned down. I finally got the answer to both questions, but it was not without much weeping and gnashing of teeth.
My MacBook computer is back home having been cleansed of all its bad adware that had snuck in during the past couple of years and caused much frustration and saying of bad words on my part. And I know now that my insurance company refuses to cover my epidural because I haven’t gone through some painful physical therapy torture for the past couple of years. The insurance company says that indicates that I don’t really have any pain. My doctor is on the case, however, and is going to talk to the insurer and see if he can talk sense into them.
I don’t much care any more. If I could just lie here on the couch and not have to move and cause more of that pain that the insurance company says doesn’t exist, I think I would be fairly happy. I’m so sick of having to deal with crap like this through pain so thick I could cut it with a knife.
Actually, that’s not true. I would appreciate just one day a week in which I could work on a quilt, or do some needed work in my house, or walk Skipper around the block without fighting the pain. But if that’s too much to ask, just let me lie here on the couch and vegetate. Maybe I don’t like the 21st Century so much after all.
Do you think if I tried harder to adhere to the fashion trends of the day, as these young fellows are doing, I could get more in step with the times and know which buttons to push, what passwords were required, or where to click my mousey?
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On 01/22/2018, Barbara Anne said ...
AMEN, sister! So sorry for your many frustrations in addition to the horrid pain you're enduring (may the Force be with your doctor as he/she battles the dark force of insurance greed).
Don't you hope those fellows in the last photo had a dog to chase them for a bit (not bite!) as I bet they cannot run!
May you have many days ahead when you can do all you wish to do in comfort and with joy.
Big hugs!
On 01/23/2018, Pat said ...
Understand all your types of pain. Pjs all day sometimes helps; maybe the saggy pants is our answer. Prayers for relief for you & solving the medical issues.
On 01/23/2018, donna said ...
Years ago my daughter and I were waiting at a light at a large intersection (3 lanes plus turn-lane on all 4 sides) when 3 teen boys started to cross the road. Not quite half way across, one of the boys pants fell down. The rest of them continued to cross the road, while he struggled to pull his pants back up. As we were laughing, my daughter says, "he goes to my school". This was about 20 years ago, and I had hoped the fad would go away. From what I hear, law enforcement thinks it is great as the droopy pants guys can't run.
So sorry this bout of pain is lingering, hope your doctor is successful with the insurance company battle.
On 01/25/2018, Barbara Anne said ...
Oh, and doesn't that model's "dress" look like it's made of dryer lint? Ia that just me?
Hugs!
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