I've come to the conclusion that life is a highway. Highways and life have us merging, going around curves, creeping over speed bumps, encountering caution lights telling us to slow down and get ready to stop, green to go and, of course, red for all the stops in life. The highway is indeed a reflection of our lives. I've managed to incur all of these at some time or another. With a lung transplant on the horizon, I'm on a detour but hoping to end up right where I started-breathing on my own.
Right now, I'm at the round -about, going round and round with insurance. Is Medicare my primary insurance and BCBS PPO secondary or vice versa ? Ask them and no one agrees, even within the same agency. Who is on first and who is on second? It has become a comedy routine as I am put on hold, sent on my way to another agent or in a loop of press option 1-9, type in your id. number, answer my questions and then you hear," I did not understand you" and the endless loop begins again. So, they can't hear me say, "I would like to speak to a human. Hello, Hello, is any one there? , Can you hear me now? Sigh, aaarrrh, this is driving me crazy, etc. You certainly could add your own to this.
So, I'll take up that song, Life is a Highway and I am going to ride it all night long. Yes, I'm still holding. Listen while you wait.
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