I mentioned yesterday that I might give my sometimes cranky neck a name. I'm thinking Nadia, or Nadine, or maybe Niamh. She makes her presence felt now and then, usually when she's been overworked and taken for granted, so she has a personality.
I have previous, as they say in police dramas, meaning been there before. This was the Saga of Esmeralda. That's the left breast which was the cause of a battle about denying health coverage, which she eventually won.
My house and car insurer tried getting into health insurance, back before I was old enough for Medicare and had to buy my own. I was always checking into coverage for cheaper rates, and they'd promised to bundle all three coverages. Sounded good.
Until an insurance underwriter denied coverage because my gyne, a brilliant and respected doctor, had done an extra test to verify Esmeralda's health. The results proved that I had, in my doctor's angry words to the insurer, better than average breast health. But she insisted that just ordering the the test proved I was high risk.
Esmeralda was not going to let this happen without a fight. So she had me mention that I was planning on legal action, including getting the NJ insurance commissioner involved.
Finally they apologized, offered coverage and the agent caught in the middle said I hope we didn't make you lose faith in your doctor! To which I responded that it would take more than an insurance clerk to do that, but I'd be sure to let everyone know the story.
By this time I'd found good coverage so I said no to their offer. Shortly after that I heard they'd got out of the healthcare insurance attempt. But I think naming Esmeralda definitely stiffened my resolve to defend her.
So naming my neck will help me treat her more kindly. Fo you have a preference for a name? All suggestions will be considered, and the owner's decision will be final!
Meanwhile here's the progress of the current jigsaw puzzle, a very well designed one, with different ways to interlock the pieces
If I finish it in time, I'll return it today and borrow a puzzle for the holiday.
The Fourth celebration will be an evening visit from handsome Son bearing pizza and Coke. I asked him yesterday, as we were planning, to let me know when to put the oven on, so as to keep the pizza warm as we went.
Meaning of course, to text me tomorrow, as he was waiting to pick up. In true guy Y- chromosome fashion, he instantly texted "about 6 pm, but I'll keep in touch". This is going to be like the peppermint leaves.
Maybe I can get him to bring a handful of peppermint when he comes over tomorrow..
Meanwhile, happy day everyone, missed communication notwithstanding. Intent is all. Let's take care of each other.
