Insurance Companies are Evil

I hate insurance companies. No, Bitch, I did not change my client's diagnosis just to get you guys to pay for more sessions (although you should because, believe it or not, not everyone gets cured in 20 sessions a year). Perhaps I discovered some new clinical information that caused me to change the diagnosis. Perhaps she finally decided to tell me about the panic attacks she's had since childhood and just never felt like mentioning before. Perhaps I'm an ethical clinician who changes diagnoses when it's appropriate. Perhaps you are my own personal Satan.

OK, OK, take off the crankypants and think of some good things:

1. A. is too young for school which means we don't have to spend money we don't have on school supplies and new clothes.

2. It doesn't cost anything to walk around the reservoir (except if you count gas money, which I don't - we're talking about my sanity here, people).

3. I've lost 10 lbs. this pregnancy although you can't tell. I started out about 15 lbs heavier than I was when I got pregnant with A., so I've got it to spare. I'm not obese, just kinda pudgy.

4. My father is recovering well from his open-heart surgery.

5. Both my sisters are nurses (well, they're hospital IT people now, but they will always be nurses in our family) and I'm not, which means father and stepmother turn to them for medical advice and leave me the heck out of it. (I suppose I could offer some advice on coping with illness and recovery, but they don't want that, either).

6. We were not out of strawberry jam this morning, as I feared. I found a lovely new jar of Trader Joe's organic Strawberry spread in the back of the cabinet, which prevented a toasty tantrum from A. Who, it might be noted, just asked for a second piece of toast and is sitting in his high chair quite emphatically NOT eating it.

7. Looks like the weather's gonna be nice today.

8. Found some juicy good blogs yesterday. See right-hand sidebar for new additions.

9. I washed my hair yesterday morning, which means I don't have to do it today.

10. Ditto for the shaving of the legs.

I think I should be nominated for freakin' Pollyanna of the Year, huh?

Edited to add: Somehow I ended up with a referral from the Exodus 8th Grade Sunday School Class of Custer Road United Methodist Church. Perhaps I should cut down on the Satan references and the swearing. Nah.