My former employer tells me they haven’t yet taken me off the insurance rolls and for a measly $300-something I can stay on for another month. God bless America.

Meanwhile, after explaining to three different office types that I’m not in fact asking any of their physicians to take on a new patient, and dropping the name of Blue Cross repeatedly, I have an appointment at 10:30 CST with a nurse practitioner. God bless America.

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Update: (Dateline, Memphis.) Well, I got a prescription for some cheap antibiotics and an assurance that I don’t have pneumonia and an admonition to have my blood pressure checked out and a suggestion that I take to my bed for a couple of days. Was feeling reasonably okay (by recent standards) a couple of hours ago, but either I talked too much today or spicy Chinese food for dinner wasn’t as good an idea as it sounded, because while the cough’s abated considerably, the sore throat’s back with a vengeance. Come on, amoxycillin, inhibit those cell wall polymer chains!

Thanks for all the good wishes. I hope to be back with less self-absorbed self-pity before too long. Either that or I’ll move to LJ.