Update-A-Rama

I must say I feel a little guilty for going over three weeks without blogging. Then again, Lincoln is slightly less exciting than Thailand.

The major highlight (or is it lowlight?) of the last three weeks is going back to the Mart. It's nice to have an income again and I did miss some of the people I work with. What I didn't miss was people treating me as though I am completely incompetent, random guys who think it is acceptable to flirt in a checkout line, and being treated miserably by people who have Bible verses on their checks. This blog could almost become a chronicle of all the bizarre happenings at the Mart --and that would be a sad, sad thing.

Moving on.

Some of you may know that I visited the emergency room a little over a month ago. I was dehydrated and having been dehydrated before I knew that what I really needed was an IV because I was throwing up any liquid that tried to enter my body. Upon arrival at the ER I was accused of being bulimic by the emergency room doctor. There is no way I could ever be bulimic. I like food way too much. It's not my fault that I had been eating mostly rice and living in a tropical climate for the four previous months. It also isn't my fault that those things might lead to weight loss--it certainly wasn't my intention. A couple hours and one IV bag later I was able to return home. Did I mention that this all happened at one in the morning? That did not make for a restful night's sleep.

Ironically, I sent in the application to have health insurance earlier that day. Although it was supposed to be effective starting that day, the company opted to start my coverage once the paperwork had been processed --June 10th. That day I also received my hospital bill in the mail --my 2 hour visit cost me over $1000. As any normal person would, I panicked. After having time to regroup and calm down I called the hospital to set up a payment plan. Fortunately for me, the hospital had a financial assistance program. I turned in my application in person yesterday morning and prepared myself to wait a few weeks to find out the decision of the hospital board. Much to my surprise one of Abraham Lincoln Memorial's financial counselors called me yesterday afternoon--the hospital board had agreed to cover one hundred percent of my bill.


"This poor man called, and Yahweh heard him; he saved him out of all his troubles.
The angel of Yahweh encamps around those who fear him, and he delivers them.
Taste and see that Yahweh is good; blessed is the man that takes refuge in him."
 
Psalm 34:6-8