JPB, Muttering dirty words for you. $3,700 for AC. That's one big unit.
Health insurance. A morass to end all morasses. You gotta have coverage. They've got you over a barrel. In a woid, oy.
Sending sympathies in your midwestern direction.
Phoenix, Ouch to the abscess. Ouch to the extraction. What's wrong with cottage cheese and sour cream. One of my favorite combos. Comfort food from childhood.
Plotzing from the fee. Not good. No, the dentist doesn't think you're a millionaire. In fact I doubt that he thinks about your money situation at all. Just sends you the bill and expects to be paid. Millionaire, hundredaire makes no difference.
Feh on doctor bills.
While we're on the subject, I may lose my Medicaid because I retired and am collecting social security. Fie on bureaucracy. I'm gonna fumfer around with the papers until the deadline. Maybe by the time everything is processed I'll be eligible for Medicare.
Isn't it enough that we worry about not being well. Worrying about the cost is almost as bad. There's something fundamentally wrong here.