Spousal homocide
It's a distinct possibility in our house tonight, and I think I need the guide (pictured left).
I went to the pharmacy to pick up meds this afternoon after work (among them my anti-depressant, anti-anxiety, and blood pressure pills) and, gosh, we have no insurance.
Why do we have no insurance?
Because my husband failed to fill out the paperwork for COBRA to continue that insurance through his former employer for one month until our new insurance from my employer kicks in on October 1. Now, I think he has 30-60 days from his last day of employment to take care of that, but of course if nothing's in the pipeline, all that the providers know is that our insurance cut off on the last day of August, we don't have COBRA cards yet, and -- oh wellskies! Um, the man retired early on August 11 or thereabouts. How difficult would it have been for him to anticipate a scenario such as today's and take care of this minor little detail in a timely fashion? Not difficult at all, particularly since we talked about this several times -- but hey, since he's the infamously healthy one of the two of us, he's not on any meds and rarely uses the insurance, and gosh, I guess he just couldn't be bothered.
(Can you tell that I'm getting more and more pissed as I type this?!)
Never mind that even as I blog about this one of my best friends in the world is in a psych ward, having her anti-depressant and anti-anxiety meds tweaked because she herself adjusted them, went off one that was working well, and screwed up the balance she'd achieved. My husband knows how important it is for me to always be on similar medications because I can decompensate quickly as well, and yet he did nothing about making sure that would happen -- despite promises to do so and an awareness that I was concerned about this issue.
(And he got on my case in April for paying car registration a little late???)
There really are times when I wonder why I'm married. Not to him, mind you, but to anybody! The irritation factor can be extreme. What an asshole.
I feel like holing up in my study for the rest of the evening and not having much to do with him -- and I may just do that very thing. It beats losing my temper and screaming at him like a harpy.
I guess.

As my wonderful father used to say after I was done ranting:"Don't sugar coat it hon, tell me how you REALLY feel." :)
Posted by:Kate | Thursday, September 07, 2006 at 06:16 PM
I would kick mine's ass! I have to stay on mine quite a bit as we have the absent minded professor thing going on here.The insurance thing is such a huge deal. What if you had gotten several hundred dollars in labs while you were uninsured. He needs to fix it asap and beg forgiveness. He may need that inusrance the next time he goes to jump out of an airplane! Don't let the work stuff get you down. I find that I have never been paid what I feel I am worth, but I have often taken what I could get.
Posted by:Kim | Thursday, September 07, 2006 at 07:00 PM
Oh man, I think men are missing the common sense gene. No, I don't think it, I know it. I'm surprised I'm not doing 7 to Life in Frontera right now!So, for now, have him go fill out the dang paperwork (TOMORROW!) so you can at least get reimbursed for the meds you are going to have pay for out of pocket until October (maybe have him write the check--the cost alone will put the fear of Cuthulu into him);and secondly, stay in your study until the mood passes. If nothing else, it'll keep you out of prison. Ha!Hang in!
Posted by:sparkly_jules | Thursday, September 07, 2006 at 08:23 PM
Man, I hear you. It is the same shit by us with the auto insurance - although we just plain ol' ran out of money. But to not tell me - sheesh... Are you ok? Can you get what you need? Zoloft has just gone generic (like 2 weeks ago, f'rinstance). You should just bean him and have done with it.*S*
Posted by:Anonymous | Thursday, September 07, 2006 at 09:29 PM
Honey you have 60 days - you will have to pay retroactivtely but at least you'll be reimbursed. Let me know if you need help. Oh, and sending a big ole frying pan for the side of his head :)
Posted by:Sharon | Friday, September 08, 2006 at 05:58 AM
I second that frying pan!!!Mine is the same way. He has no clue. I DO think something can be done. Do not worry. Go to your insurance company through your employer and I think they will guide you. Hang in there sweetie!
Posted by:Shelby | Friday, September 08, 2006 at 12:19 PM