SHERYL AND I are attempting to sign up for health insurance. We are glad about it being available.
But we haven't had any luck actually getting insurance.
Sheryl tried several times on her own. No go. She went to our local health department, which didn't end well, either.
This morning we went to our insurance agent, the awesome Peggy Johnston. She got online, we got registered, and everything seemed to be working.
"I better not knock on the desk," I said.
"Wait," said Peggy. "There might be a problem."
I'm not going to bore you with the problem. But when we tried to go back into the registration form to fix it, we couldn't get access. That led to Peggy calling the hotline, which led to Permahold (a serious medical condition wherein you can't do anything but stare at the phone in case the operator somehow comes back to talk to you), and that led to our operator getting befuddled and making more phone calls to more Permahold operators.
Peggy told us to leave and said she'd keep plugging away. "I feel bad for you, getting tied up like this," I told her.
"I've been dealing with this for more than a month," she said, with resignation.
I feel bad for Peggy, but thank goodness she is helping us through a very frustrating situation. As for healthcare.gov, well, I'd tell you what I think, but momma always said not to say anything if you can't say something nice.
I am never getting sick, and I'm never going to the doctor. See? Problem solved. I don't need insurance.
But I might need a pill to cure my Permahold.
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