A Week Alone in the House: The Universe Hates Me

My goals from last week that were for the year have taken a hit.  Progress being slow would have been a step up from this.  Let’s just get into the day-by-day disasters:


Living near Hofstra, the debate had a small impact on my time.  There was a morning appointment that I factored in and my wife was home for the day due to Heckle & Jeckle throwing down that night.  After that, things were a blur with me doing online stuff and a few chores.  I was going to grab lunch and then do some writing.  Didn’t happen because I got a letter from insurance that said they weren’t covering the dental stuff.  All because the dentist only x-rayed the problem area and not my entire mouth.  Yeah because that makes perfect fucking sense.  This took up the time between lunch and an eye exam where I had to get my eyes dilated.  Writing never happened because I couldn’t see anything that involved a white background.


The dentist appointment to get the crown put on.  Easy . . . insurance gave a thumbs up to the wisdom tooth extraction?  Let’s do this.  We can even do the x-rays for the root canal authorization.  Don’t clap because things went downhill.  The easy method left a glare directly over the problem spot, so it was 18 x-rays down on a numb mouth that was bleeding.  Not bad, but then there’s the new predicament.  The root canal tooth was damaged by a cavity that stemmed from the wisdom tooth.  Now, the tooth that is still in my head has a gaping hole in it because I think part of it was stuck to the wisdom tooth when it was removed.  I had to get through traffic for my pain meds and grab lunch on the way home.  Didn’t make it.  My mouth was in agony and I tore that bag open like it was hiding a delicious hamburger.  Somewhere in here, my wife was texting me for paperwork and I tried my best with a brain that was so addled and annoyed that writing wasn’t even close to happening.  I have maybe a week before I find out if insurance will ‘permit’ me to get my tooth fixed.  Fucking bastards.


I got a little writing done here, but I was so drained.  In fact, I have a very vague memory of it.  Oh yeah.  Kid wet the bed, so I had to do laundry in the morning.  He was nice enough to repeat this at night, so I had to stay up late.


The day I put aside for writing.  I woke up groggy and with a cold, but I could muscle through that.  What I couldn’t muscle through is my son having a bad cold with post-nasal drip.  He puked, so he’s home because school pictures are Friday and I’d rather let him rest for a day than risk it.  I say rest, but it’s all movies for the day and we’re going to try for a McDonald’s lunch.  ‘Angry Birds’, ‘Lego Movie’, ‘Peanuts Movie’, and whatever else I can get him to agree too.  I’ll try to write while this goes on behind me.  This day is putting the final nail in my schedule’s coffin, which I might have said before.  19 sections to go and I can’t catch a break.

(Addition: Got one section done, but my own cold has become too strong. Trying to work with a sick child that refuses to calm down did me in. Hopefully a Nyquil coma will make me feel human.  Also, I pray I don’t have his bronchitis.)


As you may have noticed, I’m writing this post on Thursday.  I have very little hope for tomorrow working well.  I’ll add on if that changes or something worth announcing happens.

I was right!  Wife has to stay home because sick, but the last laugh is on her.  I’m even sicker.  Feel like I got run over by a truck, force fed sewage, and the world is on permanent spin cycle.  Things got even better when we tried to set an appointment with our doctor only to find that our insurance dropped them back in April.  Nice to not know until now, especially since it was 2 months ago that I was told by the insurance company that things were fine.  We went to a clinic that would take us, but I admit to being worried.  My wife is used to having doctors that know her and give her stuff to beat bronchitis immediately, so she downplayed here symptoms.  I came out with more meds and am feeling better, but she doesn’t seem to be.  I can’t give her my stuff because it has iodine in it, which she’s allergic too.  Not liking where this is going.


Recovering and avoiding the bad weather.  Laundry too.  Just realized the kid has Monday and Tuesday off, which sucks up the last two days of me having the house to myself.  He has Monday and Wednesday off the week after that.  Why did I ever think I could pull off the grand finish I had planned?


About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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26 Responses to A Week Alone in the House: The Universe Hates Me

  1. Sue Vincent says:

    Just rest and get well… the book will be there when you get back, Charles. (And yes, I know, I’m a fine one to talk …)


  2. I have deadlines to meet but don’t do well on a schedule cause I never know when my time is my own. Hope you are feeling better soon.


    • I don’t know if I do better or worse on a schedule. Left to my own devices, I think I do rather well. Once other people get involved, things go down the tubes. Some day I’ll find these tubes and plug them so they leave me alone.

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  3. May the angry bird of happiness see fit to poop outside your nest. Hope the weekend goes well.


  4. Bookwraiths says:

    Wishing you all the best. Life has to give you a break sometime, I think.


  5. There is an old saying about making God laugh. It seems to be true too. Some days you just have to let life take over.


    • Never heard of that saying. Though, can he laugh at someone else? I’m thinking of continuing my fight against life taking over too. Get the odd feeling that it’s out to either kill me or drive me to the point of insane supervillainy.

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      • My Google-fu said it was Woody Allen. “If you want to hear God laugh, tell him your plans.” I’m afraid your stuck, something about the chosen people. I think super villains are best when they’re entertaining. They always seem to get the best lines. Might not be a bad gig, and you’re entitled to minions, maybe a 401K.


      • That quote rings very true. Can the chosen people get a better healthcare plan? At least something with better dental coverage or maybe a free bagel every morning. Definitely like the idea of minions. Don’t have to worry about taxes either.

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      • Right? Why would a super villain pay taxes?


      • I think I’m one step closure. Just got a lab bill from those tests I did in April. I own this place over $600, which is news to me. Apparently, my insurance said I was terminated at the time, but that’s news to me too.

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      • I think big insurance is the devil. I even made them the villain in one of my books. I know people who had to relocate to a different state, then wait six months to have cancer surgery. Why? Because their local doctors weren’t on the plan. What could go wrong in six months after all?


      • I think the devil is better since he might have scruples. We keep losing doctors because they either can’t get onto the plan we’re forced to switch to or they’re dropped. This mess could be anything, but I really can’t afford it.

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  6. Ellespeth says:

    😦 This all makes me so sad. And I hope your insurance didn’t really drop you in April. I remember all you were going through about insurance a while back – was that when?
    Hope all the family is feeling better.


    • That was one of the times this year. We have notes about it being kept in April, but it was all over the phone. I have to call after 7:30 to make sure the lab got the right place and then Medicaid to make sure they didn’t lie to us. This isn’t adding that I still need to call the current insurance plan to see if they agree that having a hole in my tooth is a bad thing.


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