It’s about 3:30am, and I just finished doing up all of my bills and mail from the past week and a half. I said that I wanted to get it taken care of before the weekend was over, and technically that’s what I did. I really gotta work on my mail anxiety though, especially considering that the last couple of times that I let it bulk up like this, there was actually some sort of good news contained within. (But of course, as soon as I let my guard down, that’s when something will flick me in the sack… heh)
This batch also ended up being fairly harmless. I tend to pay ahead a little bit on my utilities… a habit that I picked up from my Aunt Carol… so both the electric and gas bills for this month had a credit listed, with no payment due. 😎 That was a good start, and then the envelope from the BMV was easy to open, since I’ve been expecting a 2021 sticker for my plate. But I saved the potential worst for last. 😳 A couple different, thicker envelopes from my additional “add-on” Medicare insurer.
But nope, those were good ones too. 🙂🤷🏻♂️ The first was a bunch of official looking statements about having contacted them for manual refiling of claims for the different medications that workers comp has been stiffing me on, and then the other one contained a check for over $900. 😯😃 So between this check and the one that I got a couple weeks ago, that’s pretty darn close to the amount that I have paid out of pocket for most of my meds over the past three months. 🙂👍🏻 Really, really surprised that ended up working out, since despite all my calls and stuff that I mailed in – they totally could have ghosted me or just said “Nah, piss off.” and it’s not like I could have done anything about it.
Maybe I shouldn’t say that too loud, just in case I need to go through another prolonged, pain-in-the-ass process like that with them again for some other medication. 😏