Mom, I tore a big hole in the convertible
Actually the hour, five minutes, and seventeen seconds I spent on the phone with my health insurance were the product of a heroic customer service representative trying to reinstate us on our plan without further hassle since we had been abruptly and incorrectly kicked off it yesterday, occasioning an outcry of profanity and tsuris. That she was not able to manage it without escalating our case seems no fault of hers but the system's, especially since she stayed overtime to see if she could resolve what should have been a non-issue. If I knew where she lived, I'd send a fruit basket. Instead I have a case number and instructions to dig in my claws if anyone tries to deny us coverage.
I was calling so late in the day because the afternoon was entirely consumed by a dental procedure, where the great news is that I got to keep the tooth.![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch drove like a champion through the thickening snow which skirled photogenically between the buildings of the Financial District and Chinatown and turned I-93 into a parking lot. I had one of those weird stress reactions of falling asleep as if stunned afterward. By the time we were on our way home with restorative cider donuts from the Boston Public Market and assorted foodstuffs from Mamaleh's, we were in exactly the right mood to encounter the revival-tent DTs of Nathaniel Rateliff & The Night Sweats' "S.O.B." (2015), whose video was demonstrably directed by people who love The Blues Brothers (1980), and the Mothers of Invention's "You're Probably Wondering Why I'm Here" (1966), which sounded at first as though something distressing had happened to the Incredible String Band, respectively courtesy of WERS and WZBC. College radio for the weird.
My four shots of prilocaine wore off shortly after I got onto the phone call, so I am now carefully eating some chopped liver with a slice of cheesecake for dessert on the theory that neither of them requires very much chewing, also they're both delicious. I kind of plan to do nothing for the remaining hours of fall.
I was calling so late in the day because the afternoon was entirely consumed by a dental procedure, where the great news is that I got to keep the tooth.
spatch drove like a champion through the thickening snow which skirled photogenically between the buildings of the Financial District and Chinatown and turned I-93 into a parking lot. I had one of those weird stress reactions of falling asleep as if stunned afterward. By the time we were on our way home with restorative cider donuts from the Boston Public Market and assorted foodstuffs from Mamaleh's, we were in exactly the right mood to encounter the revival-tent DTs of Nathaniel Rateliff & The Night Sweats' "S.O.B." (2015), whose video was demonstrably directed by people who love The Blues Brothers (1980), and the Mothers of Invention's "You're Probably Wondering Why I'm Here" (1966), which sounded at first as though something distressing had happened to the Incredible String Band, respectively courtesy of WERS and WZBC. College radio for the weird.My four shots of prilocaine wore off shortly after I got onto the phone call, so I am now carefully eating some chopped liver with a slice of cheesecake for dessert on the theory that neither of them requires very much chewing, also they're both delicious. I kind of plan to do nothing for the remaining hours of fall.
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*HUGS*
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It was new to both me and
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Thank you! I'd never heard it before and came home and played it a lot.
(Cider donuts are a crucial element of autumn and winter.)
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Nine
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*hugs*
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Lol.
Thank you -- you are providing my soundtrack for the last night of term. (I finished - knock wood - my marking.)
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Thank you. It really was a wonderful conversation except for the actual subject.
Thank you -- you are providing my soundtrack for the last night of term. (I finished - knock wood - my marking.)
You're welcome! I'm glad to be able to. And knock wood congratulations on the marking!
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It had technically started the day before, but I couldn't resolve it before the dentist! I am enjoying, however, having a molar I can bite down on. I have to get used to it again!
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And universal basic income.
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Sends healing vibes
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*hugs*
My jaw is already feeling better and I experimented tonight with chewing on the relevant side of my mouth and it worked!
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Hooray for keeping the tooth!
That's a gorgeous darkly wintry photo.
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Thank you on all three fronts! I think it would be very fun to report as good news on the insurance front as on the teeth and the snow.
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*hugs*
She tried for an hour! And I do no longer have a cracked molar. And the snow hasn't melted yet. I can hope.
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Thank you! I did in fact devote the rest of the night to doing nothing.
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*hugs* appreciated whenever and seriously.