Dear Blue Cross

So I got this letter in the mail on Friday from Blue Cross which I get my insurance through.

Telling me that because I "withheld pertinent medical information" regarding my bipolar with manic episodes dur the application process. They are cancelling my coverage 30 days from the date on the letter. Because they did this "routine audit" on my policy.

I applied on April 30 2013, after I had seen a doctor who gave me ativan because he thought I was having some stress based anxiety.

Couple days later, I get my insurance and it is effective May 1 2013. Cool.

May 4 2013, I see that doctor again this time he gives me the seroquel and a referral to the shrink.

June 5th, nearly 6 weeks after I applied. I see my shrink and I get the diagnosis of Bipolar.

And apparently my shrink TOLD blue cross that I had the diagnosis in April. She fucking told them that. So on Monday I need to call my shrink and tell her of this in order to rectify this situation.

I would get a new shrink but I do not want to have to go through the entire evaluation crap. Possible med changes and blah blah blah, I just do not want to deal with this type of stuff.

My coverage expires April 19 2014th. But since I need insurance I have to reapply to them. And likely get rejected for the plan that I have had for the last year.

Fine, they want medical history? When they do the medical questionnaire via phone, that person will get my ENTIRE MEDICAL HISTORY from the day I was born until the day they do this set of questions. I'm 27, I will go stitch by bruise by bruise, stitch, cut by cut, sprain by sprain and so on. And I'm a klutz, hope their chair is comfy.

Fred Phelps is Dead.

I'm not one to rejoice about some dying, but I am overjoyed that this bigoted homophobic son of a bitch is dead. Take that as you will. But I have been in a loving stable relationship with a gorgeous woman for nearly six years. I've had family members and friends serve and die in the Military.

Teaching and in some cases beating, you followers into submission of following you? OH yeah, you were a "real man". Having small children at your protests holding horrible signs like "Thank god for dead Soldiers" or "God hates fags". I wish I had met you in person so I could have torn you a new one. Excommunicate members of your own family because they know what you were doing is and was wrong.

I hate spewing this much venom at anything, but this seems to warrant it. If there is any backlash from Karma because of it, I'll gladly take it.

Then your granddaughter posts on Twitter that "We're all human, friends."

I'm sorry, but no. Her grandfather preached fire and brimstone for people over whom they love.

Oh? And you won't be having a funeral? Gee, I wonder why. Coward. You protested others, let others protest you. I cannot wait for someone to either leak or discover where he's buried, and just  let a rip with doing everything he hated where he's going to lay for all times.

I actually started to wonder if Phelps was gay himself, or if he ever had a gay child.

Wonder if he'll have a tombstone.... I could use a new coffee table. Rot in Pieces, bigot.

So I fell down some stairs.

SO Thursday, I was in the building across the parking lot picking something up from the rental office.

I'm walking down the stairs, on the second flight, third step from the bottom; either my ankle rolled or my shoe caught the lip of the stair. I went down hard, and I mean hard. I threw what I was carrying down and hit the ground on my hands and knees. I slid, I think, down a couple of stairs on my right shin. I also did this in front of 5 people, which makes it that much worse. Skittered across the parking lot on adrenaline alone, made it to the sofa where I had to work up the nerve to look at my right shin. It hurt that much.

To put my pain tolerance in perspective, I have kickboxed basically forever. Sparred guys twice my size, sprained, fractured and broke multiple things. Torn and pull others. My shin hurt worse, it also felt like it was fractured. It felt the same as the last time I fractured my ankle. Maybe a little worse. I had scraped it up and bruising was really dark and getting darker. Walking was rough, painful and wobbly.

Went to the ER, the triage nurse poked it. I nearly punched her. She sticks me in a wheelchair and I roll myself over to registration, where I jump the cue, then over to the waiting room. 30 seconds later, the registration lady comes over and takes me into an exam room. I had been there all of 20 or so minutes by this point. About five minutes later another nurse comes in, very nice lady, and she takes a look at it. I should mention that I had not shaved my legs in about two weeks. Anyway, she at least did not poke my shin and she assesses me and says the doctor will be in shortly. About 10 minutes later, he pops in, looks at it and sends me for an xray. (I should point out that I hate hospitals and I was anxious and probably coming close to manic). I roll myself over to the X-ray place and chat with this really nice lady about some random stuff, can't remember now, for about 20 or so minutes. She goes in...... ten minutes later I go in. Ok, the positions they get my leg into freaking hurt put pressure on a ton of sore spots.

Go back to the exam room where this little kid is with his mom. He hurt his knee about ten days ago playing hockey and it has not improved at all. Considering how young this kid is, he should've bounced back at least a little bit by now. Poor kid, nice kid and his mom was cool. Keep in mind that I had some pressured speech going on so I literally could not shut up, but I managed to keep them amused so it's all good.

Doctor came back and I had not fractured or cracked anything, I just have some really really deep horrible bruising and likely tore that little muscle over the shin bone. Got handed over to another nurse who was going to dress the scrapes, I insist she is a little bit of a sadist, "does this hurt?" *poke* "does this hurt?" *poke* and a couple more times. Funny.

Got picked up and went home. Take the elevator up to our floor, I'm avoiding stairs now for obvious reasons, go to the couch and this wave of soreness just wallops me. It got worse on Friday, every major muscle group hurts, the bruise on my left knee is about the size of a golfball and a mix of black, blue, green and pink. My right shin, it to the brunt of the landing, is bruised from below my knee to just above my ankle. Moving around was hard, I was so pathetic that when R came home and saw me shuffling around, she told me to just sit down and stay on the sofa.

Brings us today, I woke up even more sore and it took a lot of effort to get out of bed. Mom came over with some breakfast from Tim Hortons and advil. Up until then, I was taking advil cold and sinus to help but it wasn't really handling it all that great, wonder why. Went to the mall and wandered around, I actually feel better right now, sore but it's easier to move.

I tried out that massage chair thing in front of GNC (supplement store) and it felt amazing. Wish I had one at home, but I doubt I would use it enough to justify it.

Anyway, enough of my rambling. 

New Version of Wrecking Ball

Anyone else see this?

I mean, it was the one of the most disturbing videos I have seen in a long time.

Really... Really? Who does that?!

So about 3 weeks ago the mailboxes in the apartment complex got broken into and a bunch of mail, I think cheques were stolen. Or something to that extent.

Now, we went and picked up some of our mail a couple of days ago, and we were told by the lady at Customer Service at the Depot that we could call this phone number so we can have our mail redirected to such a post office near our house.

Since having it at this post office would be easier for us to pick up. Since oddly enough getting across Edmonton east to west and back again is surprisingly difficult. Also this depot is only open from 10 until 2 during the week. Now for those that work, presently not me, it is sort of hard to get the time to pick up the mail at such a time.

I have now gone through 5 different numbers until I finally just call the depot and talk to the super and he is presently tracking down our mail and will call me back. I have several items that are in transit and I hope to get them sometime before summer comes.

I also found out that it will take a month or more for the mailroom to be fixed. Tell me, how hard is it to order a one piece metal door with a welded in lock? Or hell, considering what we pay in rent, why can't they install some security cameras or better locks on the main doors? We've lived here less than a year and I do not have enough fingers to count how many times the locks were broken. Typically, I thought, once the lock is busted, shouldn't it be replaced with something better? Or would the cost of new door keys be too much?

This is labelled as a crime free building, well peaches, we've been broken into.
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Well the super called me back, and our mail is now re-directed to nearby. Woo. And apparently high security doors, frames and locks are on order and will take a couple of weeks to get here.

My question is, why weren't these installed in the first place? But whatever, atleast I can go up every couple of days to get our mail now.

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Now onto to major problem, I need to get my prescriptions refilled soon but I cannot afford this. I also do not want to ask my spouse for the money to get them, but I might have too. You know, if I wanted to stay unemployed 90% of the time I would've just saved the money and stayed in New Brunswick. This is really frustrating, so right now my two options are either ask her or go without them. But we all know that option 2 is not really an option at all. I applied for EI earlier today.... I could've stayed in New Brunswick for that too.

Something has to give soon. I do have a skype interview tomorrow for a 6 month contract via another placement agency for a property manager assistant. Which is awesome, because I have been thinking about going back to that schtick since I did it back east for over 7 years. I know it, I am more than capable and one can make a fair amount of money doing it.

Edmonton: I'm beginning to Hate you.

We've been here for nearly two years after moving from New Brunswick. And we keep getting questions as to why we moved here. My stock answers are normally:

"Well I was bored"

"Seemed like a good idea"

"Well, we finished all the work back east so I thought we'd come out here to help you out."

There is no work back east, why else would we move here numbnuts?

I have largely been unemployeed for nearly 3 months. I am bored, broke, depressed and angry now. I have been more than patient with my staffing agency, only to be constantly told that "Something is coming", yeah well, so is christmas.