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Found out via mail today that I've been denied health insurance coverage for the second time in a row. The last company we tried wouldn't cover me because of a condition that I told them I was controlling via medication whenever I needed it, yet they claimed wasn't under control. This second company we tried denied me coverage because my scoliosis is being treated with just chiropractic care. Well, I'm sorry that my type of scoliosis wasn't severe enough that I required treatment through surgery or a backbrace. I'm sorry the curvature of my spine isn't enough to hinder movement and cause me pain every waking minute.

And as if that weren't enough, Mom starts snarking at me for not having written down my username and password for my account under my dad's insurance. Yes, I realize that I should have written it down when you told me, but snapping at me is not going to make it miraculously appear in my head or on a slip of paper on the counter (and for the record, I was able to remember it and I did remember to write it down this time). And I certainly didn't need Dad going off because he wanted to take care of this while I happened to be fixing my lunch. Dad, you may have claimed that you weren't hollering at me when you had your little tirade in the kitchen, but considering I was the only other person in the vicinity it sure as hell seemed like it and it was just the thing I needed after catching grief from Mom. Thank you very fucking much.

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Found out via mail today that I've been denied health insurance coverage for the second time in a row. The last company we tried wouldn't cover me because of a condition that I told them I was controlling via medication whenever I needed it, yet they claimed wasn't under control. This second company we tried denied me coverage because my scoliosis is being treated with just chiropractic care. Well, I'm sorry that my type of scoliosis wasn't severe enough that I required treatment through surgery or a backbrace. I'm sorry the curvature of my spine isn't enough to hinder movement and cause me pain every waking minute.

And as if that weren't enough, Mom starts snarking at me for not having written down my username and password for my account under my dad's insurance. Yes, I realize that I should have written it down when you told me, but snapping at me is not going to make it miraculously appear in my head or on a slip of paper on the counter (and for the record, I was able to remember it and I did remember to write it down this time). And I certainly didn't need Dad going off because he wanted to take care of this while I happened to be fixing my lunch. Dad, you may have claimed that you weren't hollering at me when you had your little tirade in the kitchen, but considering I was the only other person in the vicinity it sure as hell seemed like it and it was just the thing I needed after catching grief from Mom. Thank you very fucking much.