The Kvetch Thread

You're right, deb. That's a given.

Two kvetches today.

Foist, I'm all bruised from the mattress-turning fiasco. One bruise looks like a paw print. Why or how? Dunno.

Second, I had to make a bunch of appointments at the hospital. I line up all the slips with all the different numbers to call. I call each number--and am connected to the same place! I got the same appointment maker twice! Didn't I just talk to you? Why do they give out different numbers for the same place. I coulda dialed once and gotten all the appointments taken care of in one swell foop.

BTW, I have an appointment for Thursday. I wanted to reschedule because I was supposed to have a bunch of tests first. I couldn't get the tests done in time. When is the next appointment? December! So I'm going on Thursday even without the tests. I'm guessing that the doctor can get me a better date than December.

Am I having fun or what?

Very funny.
Roberta =1
Mattress = 0
I think you won in the end, Roberta, despite your bruises.

Saw the endocrine doctor today. She wasn't overly concerned about the tests.

Wanna know when my next appointment is?

December 8.

Sigh.

So earlier this year it became apparent that my sneakers were no longer wearable. Torn top. My toes stick out. This did not deter me. I wear them to run local errands.

At the beginning of the summer, my favorite sandals became unwearable. One of the larger straps separated from the sole. I tried reattaching things with duct tape. No go.

Today I noticed that my second favorite sandals became unwearable. The entire top became separated from the sole. I managed to wear them home.

Tonight I wore my last pair of sandals to meet my cousin for dinner. Nothing fell apart. There's just one small problem. I can't walk in them. Too high (they're very old). Out of summer shoes.

Looks like I'm gonna have to wear my closed black leather grandma shoes. So I'll have hot feet for the rest of the summer. Hey, it's almost September already.

It's always something.

The cable guy just left. Got a new cable box. Found out that my VCR doesn't work. I thought I couldn't figure out how to connect it to the cable. A bigger problem than that. Phooey.

It looks like my possessions are crumbling around me. Fie, I say.

So I get to work on a new manuscript yesterday. I have to print stuff out when I start. The printer ain't printing. There's a note on the screen that says that the printer isn't communicating with the computer. I move furniture, follow wires, crawl around with a flashlight, and managed to disconnect everything. Finally I got the printer working.

The monitor went out. I assumed that wires had been fiddled with so I moved furniture, follow wires, crawl around on the floor with a flashlight, and managed to get the monitor working. I had a brief spell where the mouse didn't work, but it came back before I had to do anything. Now the sound is gone. Yesterday I did the furniture/wire/crawl business. Couldn't get the sound back.

I decided to try again--with a different wire. Did the f/w/c stuff. Nuttin'.

I can function without sound, but I miss the bips and boops that let me know something is happening. Can't hear the aol guy saying hi and telling me I have mail.

So the cable guy was here yesterday. Got a new cable box. When I turned on the tv, no nuttin'. Got very angry. Did what I knew they would tell me to do if I called. The tv is working again.

Got up to watch a little tv because I couldn't sleep. Between being PO'd at the cable box and doing the f/w/c business with the computer, I probably won't sleep today.

Fed up.

BTW, when I started this thread, I assumed that other people would have stuff to kvetch about. It's clear by now that I could easily fill this thread with kvetching all by myself. However, I don't feel comfortable with that.

I'm gonna try to shut up.

It's the nature of these type threads, I think, that we sometimes feel like the lone voice out there. But many, like myself love to keep up with your kvetches and don't know how to contribute, other than to be encouraging.

Kvetch already.

Kvetch, la mia cioccolatina.


We need you.

Ok I'll kvetch

Since Sebastian tried to kill me and hurt me house in utter chaos.

Can't bear to wait for cleaner and can't sweep, vacuum or mop even under normal circumstances for more than a few minutes.

So....I am CRAWLING around vacuuming and cleaning hard floors after with floor wipe cloths

Now Viola doing her I WANT SOMETHING antics while I rest for a bit and I've already fed them so I don't know what she wants

Thanks you guys for chiming in. Encouraging my continued kvetching on this thread.

Thrilled to have someone else kvetch.

I'm getting the feeling, deb, that you are just a tad over on the cleaning business. Thanks for complaining.

A long distance guess--Viola wants you to pay attention to her.

Try NOT paying to attention to Viola when she's on the rantan.

Its the last thing you ever won't do.

I don't pay attention to Viola when she's on the rantan (I have no idea what that is). That's your problem, kid.

Becoming increasingly PO'ed about the job I'm doing. I keep getting little or no info from the company I'm working for (the one in India). Then I get surprises when I start working.

As long as I'm doing a work kvetch, I might as well throw in one about the author. Aside from the fact that he has no real understanding of commas, I've already encountered "slight of hand" and "rein of terror." Grrrrrrrrrr.

Wait until you find the foul swoop and the my blood literally turned to ice.

I am totally PISSED! I had a blood test some time ago. Apparently, the doctor did not list all the appropriate diagnoses, so some of the tests were not paid by my insurance company.

I spoke with the doctor's office, and determined what had to be added to the claim. The doctor's assistant was supposed to take care of it. I then called the lab, and told them that the new claim was on the works.

In the meantime, I found out that the doctor's assistant had done nothing. The same day, I got a new claim form from the lab with instructions to make any appropriate changes. The claim form came with a cover letter which said,

"Enclosed is an insurance claim form for you to mail directly to your insurance company."

(I have written it exactly as it was on the form letter.)

Anyhow, after waiting on hold for my insurance company to verify the correct mailing address, I got all the papers together.

I thought that it would be a good idea to call the lab, and let them know what was happening. When I told the representative, she said that I could not do it that way, but must have the changes written on the doctor's letterhead or prescription pad.

I questioned her as to why they sent me a form letter with specific instructions, only for her to tell me that if I did it according to the letter, it would be tantamount to fraud.

Right now I feel like having a major league hissy fit!

Phoenix, You have my total sympathy on this one. Medical costs!!! And people who don't know what they're doing. Or not doing anything.

Have the hissy fit, kid. And anything you do is major league.

Medical costs!!! $270- for three month's worth of Plavix. And that's in Part D, but in the dreaded "donut hole".

I told the pharmacist that every time I walk into the store, Walgreens' stock goes up two points!

I have one medication that's $250 a pop (one month). If you add up all the meds I take, it's over a thousand a month. Glad I have Medicaid.

Don't know what Part D is. Also don't know what the donut hole is, other than a hole on some pastry. Sympathetic nevertheless.

I just got off the phone with the IRS. Heart palpitations ensued. Nuff said.

Phoenix and Boida......

Gooooooo, Phoenix, give 'em hell!!