Sometimes You Lose...

You ever have one of those days where you feel like you just can't win?  I do occasionally, but I swear to god, Ryan has those days, like, daily.  I have never met anyone whose luck seems to be as fucked as his.

He's in New York right now on tour... and his wallet was stolen.  Money.  Credit cards. ID. Social Security card (WHY he has this in his wallet, I DO NOT know!).  Our medical card.  Everything.

I seriously feel like every time that poor husband of mine starts to feel like things are good something ALWAYS happens to take the wind out of his sails.  Always.  If I am Positively Phoebe, he is Repeatedly Getting Railed Ryan.  Cars.  Jobs.  Bands.  Money.  And now this.

And there is nothing I can do to help from here.  I feel sick.  Getting stressed out anymore always makes me nervous (which stresses me out more, and so on and so on...) because I am literally terrified of having negative ANYTHING going on in my body - even mental stuff - because I am still afraid that that kind of thing can lead to bad things coming back or happening again.  Nothing is ever the same after stupid cancer.  Even losing a wallet becomes a thousand times worse.

One of the websites I looked at trying to figure out how to help him basically said that if your medical insurance card was in there, you might want to call the insurance company to change your policy number - but with still being in the middle of all this billing nonsense, I am not sure if that would be more of a hindrance than help.  Is someone REALLY going to try to use our insurance card??  Fuck...


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