Dept. of arrrrgh

My new health insurance sucks ass. In order to see my doc, whom I've been seeing for about five years,  and who is a specialist because I have my oh-so-trendy auto immune condition (AIC)*, I have to go see my old general practitioner--whom I have not seen since I was diagnosed with the AIC--and pay him copay, for no other reason than to get him to give me a referrel (hopefully more than one, so I don't have to see him every time) to my actual doctor. This became clear to me only after I had taken time off and taken the bus to my six-month appointment with my doc and was in his office giving the nurses my new insurance info. I suppose if I'd been less overwhelmed the last few weeks I'd have found the codicil relating to this when going through the insurance packet.

Vee are da nice helpful insurance company. You vill jump through our hoops, NOW! *whack-ah*

Feh. And I have something I need to talk to my doctor about, and have needed to, for two months; I've tried over the phone, but he always calls back when I can't get the phone, and there's no getting a doctor on the phone if you call them.

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* I think editing state agency policy documents full of acronymed terms and titles is already having a bad effect on me

progress

Have second drafted everything I had into the computer; a lot still to do to get the first chapter into readable shape for other eyes, but I'm hoping to get that done this weekend. Perhaps my favorite part of the process, actually, having a partly filled in scaffolding which needs only bits and bobs and fine detailing. Looking forward to it.

Here's a small bit from the chapter:

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Currently the working title of this novel is Deep Terrain.

In other news, Apple kindly sent me a replacement iPod which has just arrived and is nestling happily to the Powerbook as an alien pod to its mothership. Or something.