So Far

Here's something I forgot to write about in my last entry, complete with plenty of cursing:

Remember how I wrote about the hospital sending a check PDQ after the credit card company opened an investigation? We deposited that check and when it cleared our bank, we called the credit card company to let them know.  Then a couple of days after that, we got a notice that the check was rejected by the hospital's bank. Yes, they tried again to fucking scam us out of that same two-thousand dollars. So Dave called the credit card company back and turns out they expect that kind of shit because they had not closed the investigation. They again took the charge off our account and they are going to contact the hospital. It could be as soon as forty five days or it could take up to ninety days before they have an answer for us. 

I hope the fucking asshold doctor who demanded that payment from us has to pay it back out of his own pocket. I'm so fucking mad about this shit. 

Welcome to healthcare in the U.S. 

On a calmer note: 

Yesterday for our outing we ended up at the mercantile where we bought some new cat food for Gray Kitty. 

He goes through cycles with food, where he'll eat something for a long time and then one day he just rejects it. (I think this happens because his stomach hurts--he's an old kitty and has many health issues--and then he associates the stomach pain with the food so he stops eating that food.) This new food (which he's had before, but not for a long time) we picked up at the co-op five or six days ago (another one of our outings) and he liked it. A small can was almost three dollars--co-op prices are always high--so we checked online to see if any of the big pet supply stores carried it. (I realize that this story is not interesting, but I am committed to finishing it, sorry.) One did, but they were just as expensive and one of the two varieties was out of stock. The online pet store only had one variety and only sold the large cans by the case. We checked on the local mercantile's website. They are in our village, about eight minutes away from our house, and they mostly sell horse-related things and plant/garden supplies, but they also stock a small variety of dog and cat foods. Luckily they had it and it was less than half the co-op price. So that was our outing yesterday.

We came home via Freddy's where Dave got a milkshake (a mini size of the caramel crunch something or another that was way too sugary and somehow tasted stale) and I got french fries. I do not need to be eating french fries, but I like them, so. After that, we came home and I got back into my pajamas.