It’s been sitting in my work mailbox since Tuesday. I know exactly what it is, and I don’t want it.
It’s a bill for pump supplies that I’ve long since used up. Due to some insurance confusion, the last batch of supplies that this company sent to me wasn’t covered, and now I need to pay for it. I’ve spent several phone calls trying to get said confusion cleared up, but to no avail. I need to pay it. 
I feel bad that it’s been sitting there for two days. I feel bad that I’ve ignored it every time I run to the kitchen for a Diet Coke or a plastic spoon. I feel bad that my poor husband has to help finance my mechanical pancreas and all of its accoutrements. I feel bad that that stupid envelope exists at all.
Stupid envelope.
Stoopid envelope. Stupid insurance company. Cute Spidey! 😀
You aren’t the only one. I have a pile of stupid envelopes I need to go through…and that’s with insurance coverage. Stupid bills. Stupid diabetes.
I have been ignoring bills for months now, thanks to the insurance/hospital billing time lag. I can’t stand how everyone wants to bill us for everything, instead of submitting the claims through insurance. Frigging sharks. (Or spiders, in this case.) 🙂
Did you click on that lil’ spider? I love the story that goes with it!
I honestly don’t know that Brooke and I have ever laughed as hard as we just did reading the spider story. I peed my pants a little. Thanks for that.
Poop on insurance. But only when they won’t cover something, of course.
it’s very brave of you to use that spider picture with your post. don’t be surprised if you get ANOTHER envelope in the mail soon, asking for 233.95. it’s a terrible cycle.