I haven't been able to shake my headache or the dizziness all day. I finally got around to desecrating the sacred grounds of Brenda's cubicle this morning, going through her drug-supply-drawer. She advised me yesterday that she had an assortment there...and also that she was re-stocking this weekend and to put my bid in for any requests now.

I got home and opened the medical bill that I specifically avoided opening yesterday...didn't want the downer. Why I thought that headache-imbued Laura was more prepared today is beyond me, but the damage is done.

I received my work benefits PIN in the mail...immediately I logged in to set up my benefits plan. Lessons I've learned: no matter how bereaved you are at a cherished one's passing, do not let others handle the details of your life...particularly your father who signs you up for a health insurance plan with a deductible I would value as a buck or two shy of the worth of my first born. Men don't visit doctors unless a limb is slightly less than attached (a), I'm no man (b), I shouldn't have let a man determine my coverage (c). This is what is commonly referred to as a "stupid move".

And of all the coverages under which I could have been enrolled, it had to be that one when my stomach decided that food was the enemy.

So I'm set up now...and oh so glad that I won't have to donate 90% of my plasma to pay for a wisdom tooth to be removed. While I was at it, I cancelled the other, booger-policy. The headache has been compounded with a hearty bout of nausea, and as I look to the turbulent clouds I wonder if tennis lessons are still on. I hope so. I need to relax.