Suppose you didn't, but the stupid fire alarm went off every four or five days anyhow? Getting bored with that game.

Minor wig-out this morning. Could be because I forgot to eat breakfast, could be (as I am beginning to suspect) that when they lowered the prescription on my thyroid meds last fall, they lowered it too far.

Common sense tells me to go in and get myself re-checked, but since I'm going to be more-or-less continuously out of town for the next two weeks (starting this Friday), I'm going to muddle through.

This is me. Suddenly crabby.

I honestly can't figure out what this stupid insurance plan does cover. Not tests relating to the thyroid which, although a "pre-existing condition" was covered by my last plan and should have been grandfathered for this one. Not "wellness" or "diagnostic" visits or testing--I have to pay for the visit to the doctor's office and anything they order just to make sure my innards are all still functioning properly. I think there's some kind of prescription drug coverage, but my meds are actually cheaper if I pay for them myself-- I get 90-day refills, which gives me three months for the same cost I'd have to pay each month if I used the prescription benefit.

I guess if they don't pay for conditions I have, maybe they'd pay for anything I developed while they had me covered, even though they won't pay for the tests to find out that I have it.

I find myself peculiarly unwilling to test that theory.

Today, impromptu pizza lunch for the half-dozen employees in the building. It was interrupted halfway through by the afore-complained-about fire alarm, which saved my coworkers hearing the rest of my rant about the stupidity of so-called "reality" television. Apparently, as I was unwillingly forced to learn, there are now shows exploiting a variety of mental disorders as well as shows that purport to do a public service by entrapping pedophiles or offer second-hand thrills by following various types of law-enforcement agents around the country. Of the six people in the room, four confessed themselves "addicted" to at least a handful of such shows.

I hate having to sit and make polite while people flaunt their shallowness and stupidity. (Pedophiles, while criminal under our current laws and absolutely needing to be separated from their potential victims are not "so stupid, to get caught." Psycho-sexual disorders are mental illnesses.)

(Also? It's not at all relevant, appropriate, or intelligent to criticize a female law enforcement agent's personal appearance as she's tracking a murderer cross-county. There is television, and then there is reality. The blurring of the line between the two frightens me.)

At moments like this, it's comforting for me to realize that I'll likely be dead long before this country actually implodes from sheet stupidity.

Crabby, crabby, crabby.