The really wasn’t much of anything that I found to be obviously beautiful today. Aside from the usual of course such as kids, weather, etc…

There also really wasn’t anything about myself that I particularly found appealing or that I liked very much.

I am grateful though to still be employed despite my employer enacting a 5% pay cut company wide. That means in my last 18 months of employment, I am actually making less than when I started. I really hope it does make the company more viable as they say.

As smiles were obviously hard to come by today, sometimes a little reflection is needed to remind you of why I should smile in the first place. Especially when they think its silly if they put your hat on backwards.

So today I got my first taste of the shittiness of the health care system in America. I’ve always defended it and went against all the stories I heard of horror and difficulty. Maybe just because I never really tried to use it fully and I’ve mostly always had good insurance. Even now, good insurance by one of the bigger nationwide carriers.I didn’t even complain about the extra bills I get from regular pediatrician visits and a $150 ill for an appointment from last February with my dermatologist. You know, an annual check on the moles I have, or beauty marks, that removed a few for biopsy as generally happens every year. I don’t know, I already paid my co-pay 10 months prior and now I get a bill for another $150? So even if the whole thing cost them $400, I think $400 will be cheaper than one visit with a cancer doctor because a mole went unchecked. Regardless, I can live with this.

If you read my blog, you know I take Ambien every night for insomnia and I have been for about 6 years now. I didn’t during the first few months of each of my children’s life, but cold turkey was no problem with a newborn in the house. I never skipped out on the late night duties either, I did my share just as much as their mother. Still, 6 years of the pill that saved me from the every other night syndrome I suffered from since I was 17.

Recently I went and got my latest refill in my latest 6 month prescription. Only when I got home, there were half as many pills in the bottle. Odd I thought and when I looked at the label it said 15 instead of the usual 30. Interesting, maybe I was too early to refill or something like that. Wrong. When I talked to the pharmacist he reprocessed it to try and see what the deal was it it turns out my insurance provider changed their policy. So despite my doctors opinion and professional diagnosis, a company, probably one or two pencil pushers in a cubicle like me, made a decision that affects my health. Corporate America, not my doctor, decided what was best for my health and wellness. Sorry, but last time I checked I paid you fuckers to make sure my health and well being would be covered when needed. I do believe you even raised your fucking rates this year. So now I pay you cocksuckers more money so you can offer me less coverage? Fuck you asshole. Gimmie my extra money back. Give my doctor the power back to treat his patient as he sees fit. Maybe I should just schedule an appointment with you bastards next time. Would you still expect a co-pay? I bet the fucker who saved the company a few bucks went through the same rigorous schooling as my doctor did. I think not.

Oh yeah, great, now American fucking idol is on. Last year I had no idea who anyone was until the very very end show. Only because I couldn’t ignore it and still not know who was in the final. It never not gets annoying.

Just some pics I snapped with my phone I found neat. Sunset skies, foggy sunrise, our plain blue afternoon sky, date night action, and a perfect evening.