Was driving myself, and obviously also Peg, crazy by stewing over the insurance thing. Technically, I'm no worse off than I was after my first phone call to these people, so... I dunno.

It just fucks with me to be given 5 different stories and left with ZERO faith that things are actually OK, as opposed to these CSRs just not getting paid enough to check my account for some hidden subtle weirdness (of the sort I seem to be REALLY good at accidentally generating).

So I took the initiative and made myself an Evernote with a list of every detail of every version I've gotten from every CSR, just in case I still haven't heard anything by end of month and I have to go to war.

I'm feeling a bit better. Also helped that I ran into another potential bureaucratic nightmare— replacing my tattered birth cert copy for State ID— and it actually went really well. Thanks Ohio, for... well, basically for not being Louisiana. -_- (No offense, Peg. Everything BUT civil society is pretty good down here.)

I think I've almost got myself back to the point where I have enough spoons in the drawer to actually get some work done. But not enough to do work AND fix any kind of complicated dinner, so... yeah. I have made a judicious and studied decision to order delivery food and binge eat as soon as possible.