Things have changed.
I opened the lab’s “big box” at the branch Post Office. A moth flew out. No shit. It really happened. Then I opened the small box, where we get our personal mail.
Bill, bill, bill, junk mail, second notice, termination notice…
Oh God, an envelope from my health insurance company. What has the world come to when we get cold chills down our spines when we get missives from our insurers?
Let’s see here….Si necesita una version de este documento en espanaol…..wtf? I flip it over, but the back is blank. It is common in New Mexico to find Spanish on one side of a letter and English on the other. I flip the letter back over and scan further.
Ah, there is English further down.
Dear Wil, thank you for choosing Presbyterian as your health plan. This is how dear John letters usually start. This letter is to notify you that Dr. E has requested durable medical equipment on your behalf. We want to notify you that this has been approved. The approval is for: Purchase of 3 boxes of sensors…
Hooray! Pres is gonna buy one-half of three more boxes!
If you’re out of the loop, I got approved for one box earlier. I’m running low so our first salvo was to have Medtronic ask Pres to either re-approve or extend the approval. I know that it is still hit and miss, but I’m really starting to feel like I’m going to be covered long-term. Too bad it’s only at 50%; but if I was still with Blue Cross I’d probably still be 100% uncovered (and not in a sexy way, either).
So maybe envelopes aren’t always bad news afterall.
Next envelope is from Rio’s school.
Dear Parent(s): we would like to meet with you to discuss your child’s academic performance to date……