Mad Dash for Medical Care, or Honey You Can Only Get Sick for 2 More Days

The last business day of insurance. There are two more days of picking prescriptions up from the pharmacy. By the end of it we will have spent several hundred dollars in co-pays and we are so happy to do it! We will be among the lucky to have a supply of medications to last until…

Until insurance happens? Until a medical miracle?

Here’s a miracle for you:

I got a letter in the mail from Principal Life saying my benefits have been approved through the date of my Independent Psychiatric Evaluation. If they determine I have a disability (don’t anyone hold your breath, I don’t want anyone stroking out) I will be approved for benefits through 2049.

You read that correctly 2049.

Let’s play make believe and say for some reason that happens. We could afford COBRA because our new living arrangements will be costing us only a fraction of what we are currently paying – including utilities, the whole bit.

Then let’s make a magical jump to that post I wrote earlier in the week, the one about the dream. And I was running with my dogs for hours in the rain. And I woke up smiling.

I’m smiling now. Sometimes even grown-ups play make believe.