Okay, talked to {S}. He is trying the exchange first and talking to work about maybe getting enough hours to qualify, but Dr. {H} is adamant that he get seen ASAP. I’m trying to get him to let me come over tonight and take some pictures for her.
He is being stubborn. Half Italian, half Irish. I have no hope. Never married, but he does have two sisters, so he should be at least a little used to being bossed around by women. He’s responding at least.
He knows I’m trying to take care of him. I explained to him in no uncertain terms that I am the smartest person he knows.
Because I am.
Part of that big fight a year ago was that he said I wasn’t part of his “friend group,” so we never hung out together. Like what are you, fucking in high school, bro? Can’t hang out outside your friend group? Look how far that’s gotten you. You paid for everyone to go see Phish and now?
Like this is so stupid, and fuck, if he hadn’t cut me off for a year. I mean, I’m going to look at it as him trying to keep me away from all this, but in actuality he knew I would hold him accountable and didn’t want that. We would have been dangerous together. Like dangerous dangerous. The kind of thing where eventually one person says “this is a terrible idea” and the other person already has the car keys in the ignition.
I’ve always been proud of him for getting sober. He went through a lot for that to happen, and I never wanted to see him back on that path again.
Though I still ask myself what the fuck I am doing helping some fucking high school dropout card dealer who was too dumb to get insurance. Last we spoke, he said he was getting the hours at work. I thought he had gotten it looked at already. He just didn’t tell me.
And that’s the thing about him. He disappears when things get bad. Always has. Meanwhile I’m over here trying to assemble a healthcare plan out of duct tape, spite, and Google searches.
Hey, if anyone familiar with the exchange is reading this — yeah, fucking you — help me out. How do I get him qualified for SEP? I know just being uninsured won’t do it, but what about medical need? Or does it have to be a qualifying life event? He said he was going to call, but he’s an idiot, so I might do it myself just in case.
I’ve been joking for years that I would never get married again unless it was for insurance purposes. Lol. We might see how true that shit is. I only have three weeks of unemployment left, so I should probably get a job soon. New job, new insurance. Just a thought.
I’m joking. Mostly. I mean, I’d marry him if he ever wanted to. There are actual wedding plans sitting in the system at the wedding chapel I worked at. Lol. We had to plan mock weddings, so LawyerBoy, {S}, {D}, and my Turkish architect with a motorcycle and a neck tattoo all have one. Because that is who I was fucking at the time.
Funny thing is I planned each one specifically for the individual guy. Plus Elvis. Elvis was always there. Lol.
Damn shame that job didn’t pay better. I loved it there. I love planning weddings. That’s probably why I’ve been married so many times. I asked {D} once if we could get married at the chapel under the stripper sign. He said he wasn’t sure if I was kidding or not because “you’re you.”
Honestly, fair.
Anyways, I don’t know. I guess I got him pointed in the right direction. Not sure how much he’ll actually let me help him, but I could use some anonymous comments right now about the exchange.
I hope he lets me come by tonight. Unhouse trained men are a pain in the ass.
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