…after baseball season is over. Yeah, I do plan ahead for this!

Tonight, I was finally able to get tickets for the Maine Brewers Festival, which takes place on November 1. Ticket sales online were delayed by a day, but they did go on sale, I got ours, and all is well with the world.

I also booked a hotel room for us at the Inn at St. John in Portland. Very close to the venue, plus, we like the place a lot. We will be staying there for two nights…October 31-November 1. Yeah, anything to get away from the obnoxious trick or treaters on Halloween. We are always looking for a way to get away from that, and staying up in Portland for two nights will do just that. Worth every penny to NOT have to put up with the local FFA™ (Future FELONS of America, that is) beating on the door every three seconds.

Also, they have free internet in the lobby, even if you don’t have your own laptop to use. So I can blog from there if I want to…very cool!
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And yeah, I ditched the second mammogram appointment today, just as I said I would. First of all, I didn’t want to go because of insurance worries. Once Cigna pays for the stuph that they have already tried to bill me for, only them will I consider going for other expensive procedures. That’s the way it goes, if my doctor doesn’t like it, she can lump it. The last time I checked, we don’t have all of these thousands of dollars laying around for this crap. Okay, so we sorta do, but I’m not about to take money out of our retirement funds that the insurance SHOULD be paying for.

Also, it was raining like a mofo this afternoon, as in sideways. No way was I gonna go out and take two buses to the hospital in that! I could have asked Mike to take off and bring me there, but I didn’t want to do that. He’s already taken enough PTO for this crap of mine, I’m not going to ask more of him. I’d rather have him use his PTO for fun stuph, like vacations, and the Halloween day he will need to take off for the beer festival trip.

It’s all about QUALITY of life, here, people. If I went for the thing today, and they decided they wanted me to have more crap done (that Cigna also won’t pay for), why bother? I’d refuse it, because I don’t want to piss away whatever time I have left in some lousy hospital. I want to LIVE, I want to go to ball games, the beer festival, and whatever else I feel like doing, as long as I’m physically able to do it.

And this whole mammogram thing could have just been *nothing*.

I still don’t trust doctors and hospitals much, can you tell?