I'm officially retiring as a basketball star

Wednesday, August 20, 2014
I played center on my high school basketball team, and I was an all star for the state of Utah my senior year. I've played since I was 11. That's 22 years of my life. 

And now I'm done. My sophmore year, I had a 3rd degree sprain of my right ankle. It was never the same, weak and prone to sprains. It got to the point that I had to wear a brace anytime I played or I hurt it. But I love hanging out with my basketball teams (one of them is pictured left, but we're missing Lulu!). We laughed more than we played, most times. And we supported each other through some really tough times. 

But this last season . . . things were different.  I'm tired of playing against girls from the local university, who outweigh me by 40 pounds and 5 inches of height and are 10 years younger and don't have kids and jobs to deal with. I'm tired of refs that somebody grabbed on their way out the door. I'm tired of dirty players and injuries. One of my teammates had a concussion. Another broke her neck (she still has a piece of bone floating around in there and is in a lot of pain). I don't have the aggression to play competitively anymore.

And then I went running on June 22nd. I stepped on a hose and my weak ankle gave again. Thinking it was just another bad sprain, I thought I just needed to give it time. But it wasn't getting better. 7 weeks went by, and the pain was constant, sometimes it would stop me in my tracks, but it was always there. 

Turns out I have a chunk of bone floating around on the inside of my ankle, and I tore out all the ligaments on the outside. I have to have surgery to remove the bone on the inside, and then reattach the ligaments on the outside. So they'll have to cut it open on both sides. 

And I remember my high school team--ever seen the movie "Mean Girls"? I remember my basketball coach--I swear I had PTSD after I graduated. And I just don't have anything more to give the sport. 

I'm done. And I don't even feel bad about it. 

Moving, updates, and burn out

Monday, August 11, 2014
We're supposed to move this weekend. Unfortunately, the people buying our house are using a USDA loan, and it looks like it probably won't be ready in time. So we'll most likely be moving next weekend.

Thank you again for everyone for your support with Connor as he's gone through his multiple surgeries. He's walking again, and the doctor says his bone looks great, if he can just keep from breaking anything again.

My posts will continue to be sporadic as we go through our move. Honestly, I'm just so tired right now. And I'm burned out. I'm having a hard time coming up with the desire to do much more than I have to. So many things have gone wrong, one right after another, that I find myself waiting for the next blow to come.

I need time, I suppose.

In the interim, I'm creating a audiobook for Witch Song. So far, I have two auditions. You can listen to them and choose your favorite.



A visual on mysogyny alive and well

Thursday, July 31, 2014
First, watch this video. It cuts (literally) women into their parts. On the same level as trucks and beer. Just another object. Don't believe this is the only album that does this to women. Here's conglomeration of others: And then watch this clever response:

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Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Humana is staffed by the flying monkeys from the Wizard of Oz

Thursday, July 10, 2014
You heard it here first. I suppose it started as a humanitarian effort. I mean, those monkeys had to work somewhere. They were far too domesticated to release into the wild, and Humana liked their mean streak--if an animal can tear apart a straw man, certainly they can heap piles of stress onto families too overwhelmed to fight them.

But they picked a fight with me. Which is a bad idea.

I actually got in a Twitter fight with their customer care (ha!) today. And I'm pretty sure I won. But then, I'm fighting against flying monkeys. I have the distinct advantage in intelligence. And proof. And morals.

I'll make this short. Humana's monkeys are experts in runaround, rigamorale, deception, and switcharoos (Before they went to work for the Wicked Witch, they were in a circus). Add to that Humana's expert employee training in subterfuge, and you have a recipe for a winning team.

I have been told 3 times that Humana doesn't cover certain proceedures (my birth control, my instacare visit, and our preferred doctor for our son). The first two were completely covered by Humana, AND THEY KNEW IT. But they refused coverage in hopes that we wouldn't have the energy to fight (which we didn't, but did anyway. Cause you don't mess with me).

Humana fought us tooth and nail to pay for a decent wheelchair for my son. They're almost impossible to reach via email or phone. But if you tag them, they'll respond most cheerfully that they will respond. But then they lose your email. Which I still have a copy of.

In fact, here, you can read it:

 I called earlier this week and talked to Joan. She was supposed to find out if Dr. Steven Scott in SLC, Utah, takes Humana. According to Humana, he does. According to Dr. Scott, he does not. She wasn't sure if she could figure it out because she couldn't find an outside line (don't believe that) to call the Dr in order to find out his tax id #s. Then she might have to look up his contract, which could take a whole week. Pulling up a contract on a computer should take SECONDS. Scanning it for contract dates should take SECONDS. 

Second, my son has a disease in his femur which makes it incredibly fragile. We were sent home from the hospital without a walker or wheelchair, and had to find one through a charity organization. Neither the walker nor the wheelchair were small enough. Consequently, he's fallen out of his wheelchair 3 times, which is incredibly dangerous for him--as rebreaking his femur is very high risk. It's also hard for him to wheel it around because the wheels are too big for his small arms to reach around properly. We also bought him crutches out of our own pocket. 

Lastly, I went to my gynecologist last week to be preapproved for an IUD. Humana responded that they would cover it 80/20. Birth control should be completely covered by the Affordable Care Act. 

I'm also annoyed that I had to schedule two appointments for what could have been covered in one. I had to have one appointment for my well visit. And another to insert the IUD. I figure this will take an extra 2 hours out of my day, not to mention the humiliation of having another exam.  

Also, it shouldn't take 10 minutes to talk to an actual person on the phone when I call Humana.

They also only covered two places to get a wheelchair in the valley. One company proved impossible to get a hold of, so I went to the other. And was given a wheelchair with unusable breaks. It was old and falling apart. 

I could go on, but why? I've proven my point. And I've been funny about it. Which takes talent. 

So here's what you can do, let's let them know that there are more people than flying monkeys. And they should treat people with respect. 

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