As informed today by my doctor, I am apparently going to have to fight Workman's Comp to get a CT of my injured knee. It's cheaper than an MRI, and because I have previously installed hardware in my elbow I cannot have the latter, yet they still have a bean counter ready to deny my meager claim. Ugh.
Welcome to Obamacare.
Just try to soldier on and do your job and surpass their magic number of days to follow up by a little while and suddenly you're in the appeal process. Bullocks.
Anyway, it's that time of the year to go through the storage tubs in the basement and figure out what clothing fits which kid still... or not. Everything we cannot use goes to the Vietnam Vets for pickup tomorrow morning right before I head out for my twelve-hour shift.
Believe you me, a bonfire and cigar will ensue after all of that. ;)