...to sort out the insurance issue. I spent so much time in the last week on the phone with Big Insurance Company, my doctor's office, and the infusion company. I swear sometimes it is like another part-time job, just keeping on top of people and making sure they actually do their jobs. Anyway, I get my next infusion Thursday evening. The IVIG was delivered today. I almost hugged the delivery guy from the infusion company.
I am sick, too. (I'd love to go to the offices of BIC and cough all over a whole bunch of people there right now!) I came home from work early today. I must have looked as good as I felt, because I had more than one coworker telling me that I should go home. However, as I said to one, when she asked me why I was staying until after a couple of my classes were done, "If I go home any earlier, I have to take a whole sick day. I am up, dressed, and have makeup on. I am not being docked a full sick day." I don't think I'm going to make it in tomorrow. *sighs* I think I'm going to the doctor in the morning.
In other news, my husband told me that he has to be out the door at 6:15am tomorrow for a big meeting about two hours south of us. Which means that, even if I call in sick, I still have to make myself look vaguely presentable, because I need to bring my son to daycare/preschool. Obviously I understand that hubby did not do this on purpose. My timing, as always, is just spectacular.