My doctor's office, for not securing pre-approval for my CT scan.
I go, check in, the receptionist has no pre-approval number, calls the insurance company, they give her the run-around, calls the doctor's office--they're at lunch, and she wants me to sign a waiver saying that I'llpay for everything out of pocket if the insurance company doesn't approve it. No freakin' way!
So I'm rescheduled for 8am tomorrow morning, assuming pre-approval is/has been forthcoming.
And I hate to say this, but I am not feeling good at all today. Lots of chest pain. A wierd metallic taste in my mouth. Feel lightheaded, almost like I'm hyperventillating a bit. I want to feel better already. I've been sick for a month.
But if that's the low point of the day, the high point is this:
Sam is thriving in preschool. After three days in a row, his attitude is much improved. He comes home tired and calm, ready for naps, snuggles, and giggles with John. Plus, every morning this week, I have climbed into bed, laid John beside me with a toy, and written nonstop for 2 1/2 hours. I am making amazing progress on the re-write now. It has come together and has the immediate momentum it lacked. And if this accounts for anything, my non-fiction-reading husband, who's been subjected to this book more times than I can count, was supposed to read my first chapter last night and tell me whether it was engaging. I suppose it was, because he read straight through to chapter six. Mission accomplished! If all goes well, it will be in an agent's inbox first thing Monday morning.