You know what really grinds my gears?

You know what really “grinds my gears” (a little Family Guy reference for you)? Friday I have a so-called home visit. A nurse working for some big corporation, contracting with Principal Life that pays my benefits, is coming to my house to judge me.
A touch defensive, yes. She will be here for an hour to see basically if I deserve the benefits the company pays me each month. But here is how I see it.

For years I paid the freaking policy. So yeah, I should get benefits. My doctors, my long list of doctors, fill out regular evaluation forms about my condition, so yeah, I should get benefits. I can’t freaking work! So yeah, I should get benefits!

Deep calming breaths. In and out. In and out. Screw that, I’ll go pop a Klonopin instead. :)