I spent the better part of my day on the phone and/or waiting to be connected on the phone to talk to insurance, radiologist, emergency room, and hospital people. All about our accident that happened seven months ago. If only we were living inside of the country to receive all of the follow up things we needed to fill out/send in after we mailed in the initial paper work and claims.
The tears came after successfully getting ahold of someone post two+ hours of trying, just to be told that I needed to call the person I had previously been talking to. The individual was even so nice, it just happened to be the straw that I could not carry. If any of you know how difficult/anxious-making I find even regular phone calls, you may understand.
(I am a not a very good adult. And Spencer better be very proud of me.)
5 comments:
I'm with you, Rachel! I too struggle with adult things like calling insurance companies. I really hate it. In fact I often leave the uncomfortable calls up to Joe. I'm sure that's immature of me but I like to think of it as "specialization of labor"--I'll do the dishes because I don't mind it and he can make these calls because he doesn't mind it.
I'm very proud of you for doing what needed to be done even if it was hard for you. I'm sorry it was such a distressing experience today. I love to read this blog of yours...thank you for writing!
Dude! Holy crap! How did I miss this? Well, belated "I'm happy you're ok"...and don't let those jerks get you down.
Good work. That is tough stuff, I agree. YOU are tough stuff miss Rachie.
xo
Oh, thank goodness I'm not the only one who still cannot happily make outbound phone calls.
Hi Rachel, Does Spence read your blog? Glad you guys can see family this weekend :) xx K
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