When I woke up today, I had two voicemail messages waiting for me.
1) The first was a follow up call from my pain management doctor’s office. For the past 16 months I have been dealing with mysterious chronic lower back pain. I woke up one day in pain. No explanation, no rhyme, no reason. An x-ray, physical therapy and a MRI later.. I’m now experiencing the joys of pain management: exercise, pain patches, several medications, SI joint injections and epidural injections. My insurance company denied a simple proceedure that may have really helped. So instead I’m now being referred to an orthopaedic surgeon to explore that avenue. Makes sense, right? “Frustration” does not begin to explain how I’m feeling.
Being unemployed and in need of medical attention, it leaves you with a whole new set of worries. I guess I’m lucklier than some people in this ecomony. When I was laid off, I wasn’t instantly severed from Company X. Instead, they put me on a 90-day furlough, where I have the opportunity to get called back if work becomes available. And for the duration, I also get to keep my medical benefits.
Currently, 10% of my monthly unemployment benefits go towards paying for insurance. If at the end of the 90 days, I’m not called back and my insurance is cancelled, I’m estimating that 28% will go towards COBRA insurance. Believe me, that doesn’t leave a lot left over for LIVING expenses!
2) Second was a message from Company X’s human resources department. “Hello this is HR, I have good news, call me back!” Ok, so most people would be stoked to hear that message. First thing on the agenda would have been to call HR back, immediately! Right? Instead, I procrastinated. I surfed the internet, ate lunch, watched a little tv, cleaned out my closet and dresser, cleaned the kitchen and two bedrooms, mopped the floors. Then I called. I had to leave a message. I know she’ll call back first thing in the morning. I will unboubtedly still be sleeping. And when I wake up, I’ll get the message, surf the internet, eat lunch, clean the bathrooms, work out, go for a bike ride, then call back. “Good news” in her eyes, is not necessarily the same in mine. Either she’s calling to tell me that they have work for me and I am to report back to the poop factory, or that they are extending my furlough past the 90 days.
I’m frantically trying to find jobs I’ll be interested in enough to apply to, so if I go back to Company X, I can keep time spent there to a minimum. Nothing like a fire drill to get your motivation on! hah. So far, I found two jobs to apply to tonight.
Wish me luck!