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Rage Update and Other Stuff

Imagine my surprise when my phone rang and I checked the Caller ID to find it was my insurance company. Maybe they reviewed the phone calls and thought my rants about chemically induced hard-ons being more important than my children’s ability to breathe was cancellation worthy. With no small amount of dread, I answered, mentally planning how to tell my husband that we no longer had health benefits because I’m utterly incapable of keeping my mouth shut.

I am shocked (and pleased) to announce that our health care coverage was not canceled. The very nice woman I spoke with told me that I was given “misinformation” by the call center employee because of an outdated website. So the upshot is that is my kids (and my) inhalers covered and they’re giving them to us at the generic price rather than the brand price. Then she told me that she listened to my phone calls and wanted to let me know that she thinks I’m hilarious. I’m glad to know that my unmitigated rage is good for something.

In other news, I got a phone call from my stepmom the other day. It went like this.

Stepmom: Hi honey, I need to talk to you about something really important.

Me: horrified silence (The last three times she started conversations like this were to tell me that she had breast cancer and my dad had had a heart attack and my grandmother had died.)

Stepmom: It’s okay. Nobody’s sick or dying.

Me: You might have wanted to start the conversation that way.

Stepmom: I should start conversations with ‘Nobody’s sick or dying’?”

Me: Yep. That way, I’ll know everything is cool. Besides, it beats ‘I need to talk to you about something really important.’ That never ends well.

Stepmom: Okay, I’ll keep that in mind for next time. (I’m positive she was totally rolling her eyes)

Me: So what’s up?

Stepmom: Well, your dad and I had living trusts drawn up.

Me: See! I knew this was going somewhere bad.

Stepmom: No it’s not. This is important, now hush up, and let me tell you.

Me: sigh Okay. Bring it.

Stepmom: Like I said, we had living trusts drawn up and we named you to be our medical advocate.

Me: Meaning?

Stepmom: Meaning that if we’re in a vegetative state and there’s no hope that you’ll make sure everyone respects our wishes for no heroic measures…you know…that kind of stuff.

Me: deep shaky breath O-okay.

Stepmom: I’m sending you a form. You’ll need to sign it and get it notarized.

Me: O-okay.

Stepmom: Now, we’re naming Roger (my stepbrother) executor of the state, because, honestly honey, you’re really bad at math.

Me: That’s cool.

Stepmom: It should be coming in the mail in a few days.

Me: I’ll keep an eye out for it.

Stepmom: Okay, good. And thank you. I know you’ll do what’s best.

Me: I’ll try…

Dad (hollering in the background) If you hook me up to life support or give me a feeding tube, I swear I’ll haunt yer ass when I finally go.

Yep. That’s the one I’ve got. Thanks for keeping it real, dad.

EDIT: I walked out onto my front porch to get my mail today, and I noticed a bright, screaming pink envelope. I knew the minute I saw it that it had to be from my stepmom. I was right. I called my dad to tell him that I got the papers.

Me: So I noticed the bright pink envelope. I’m guessing mom was worried that I’d misplace it.

Dad: Yeah. She thought that color was a good idea for you…you know, because you lose shit.

Me: Right.

Dad: So are you going to be able to do it?

Me: Lose it? No, I’ll take care of it.

Dad: No – pull the plug.

Me: Yeah. I can do it. I mean, I’m not going to dance around and sing Tra-la-la, but I can do it. I wouldn’t want anyone to leave me in that condition, so I wouldn’t do it to someone else – not if they didn’t want it.

Dad: Okay. Good. Now don’t go pulling the plug just for fun.

Me: I think we established that with the fact that I’m not going to dance around and sing Tra-la-la.

Dad: Just checking.

Dad, dad, dad…you make me laugh.

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13 thoughts on “Rage Update and Other Stuff

  1. SO glad that the insurance thing got straightened out. 🙂

    Hmm. I'm beginning to see where that sense of humor of yours was developed… Heh.

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  2. Yay for the insurance!

    LOL…your dad sounds like my hubby!

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  3. I think I love your dad!

    PS–WV below is sillus. I swear I typed a y in there 3 times before I got it right!

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  4. OMG!!!

    Your dad is hilarious… and quite frankly, I think the whole pulling of the plug for fun thing has a lot of replay value. Think of the fun you can have with him now, while he's healthy. Endless gatherings where you just happen to look at him, grab a plug and pull it out, then swing it around, just for fun… yup, lots of replay value… yes, I am that evil.

    Glad the insurance thing got straightened out. I can just see the woman's face as she's listening to the tapes… priceless.

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  5. Yay for the insurance, and I think it's utterly hilarious that she was AMUSED by your rant.

    As for the folks, LOL! Bad at math, you lose shit…and they're giving you control over life and death?? I'd be treating you nicer, even if I had to lie through my teeth to do it. 🙂

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  6. You know how those companies always say “this call may be monitored or recorded?” I always thought they were making that up. I'm shocked that anyone actually listened to the recording.

    But dear dog, I'm glad they did.

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  7. Also, I hope that Bron's tape is used for training purposes going forward. 🙂

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  8. Super-Double-Ditto to everything that was said.

    Everytime an agent tells me, “this call may be monitored or recorded,” I tell them, “I really hope it is because it needs to be. In fact, can we fix it right now so that it is for sure?”

    That $#!t will put the fear of the goddess into them!

    LOL!
    G.

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  9. Your insurance company called and admitted they were wrong? OMG the world is going to end!

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  10. OMG!!! I want to live in your world so bad I can taste it. No one in my family says shit like that.

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  11. Bron- yay for the insurance piece being straightened out!

    Can I say how much I love your dad? Our dads must have been related in some past life because my dad and I have had this discussion before and he said the same shit to me! LOL

    Oh-and having been one of those customer service people who've had their calls monitored, its definitely a riot to listen to the calls again after the fact! Man, I think I heard everything when I worked for a cell phone company.

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  12. YOU crack me up.

    I'm so glad the potential insurance nightmare worked itself out. Phew!

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  13. You are the funniest. I can just imagine this. Yay on this insurance thing. It's a miracle that they GOT IT.

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