Hurting and Happy - Value sized

I'm hurting again. It's a damn nagging pain that I can't seem to escape and the doctors can't seem to explain. It's getting to the point that I'm being sapped of my will to get out of bed in the mornings and that is NOT a good thing. I'm practically immune to that alarm clock as it is. I'm headed back to the doctor on Wednesday. Keep your fingers crossed that they actually figure out what the hell is wrong with me. If not, I'm calling Dr House.

I'm worried about my friend Patti who is dealing with uterine cancer and I think this coloring my views on health and healthcare in general. I am getting very tired of the runaround of insurance claims, pre-approvals, appointments that take hours upon hours and never understanding what my insurance has paid and why. Patti has no insurance, and is dealing with trying to treat cancer. Can you imagine what her bills will be like? I guess there is no price on keeping oneself alive, but this is yet another example of why we need better fucking healthcare in this country.

One of my best friends had her second child today. I am simultaneously happy for her and selfishly bitchy for me. Let's go with happy for her at the moment. Welcome to the world Logan Alexander Baun! Happy Birthday.

Scorecard on preggo friends: 2 delivered beautiful, healthy babies
1 due any day now (Keeping my fingers crossed Beck)
1 due on Thanksgiving
1 due in March

... and me - Miss Impregnable 2008!