I spent all morning long looking for my medical insurance card. I still can’t seem to find it (either of the two copies I had), and my replacement cards still hasn’t arrived, even thought it’s been weeks since I ordered it. Poor Dev stayed home later than usual to help me scourge the house for it, and he felt equally as bad as I did when our search turned up empty because he was in possession of the “extra” card I had.
Thankfully, the medical imaging place guy was pretty cool about it and let me slide this time. Glad I didn’t get one of these other insurance card Nazi females who are hounding other patients (and even turning some away) as I write.
The plus side of all the searching is that I found an old birthday card where I had $80 stashed away. Think I’ll treat myself to some art supplies when I finish here.