If every morning were like this, I would pull out my hair. Mike's first demand for the day was that I write a letter for an attorney to BC/BS about their denying benefits. Rather than follow procedure plainly outlined on the back of every claim report that comes in, he has already talked to a lawyer about suing.

All it took was a phone call to an 800 number to find out why the claim was denied. The doctor authorizing more therapy has not seen him in over a year, that's why.

"Go see Dr. Tipton," I told him, "then they will reconsider his orders, otherwise, they don't think his knowledge of your condition is up-to-date. Whether you think he does you any good or not, he holds the key to your getting more therapy, so make an appointment. And don't complain to me about these people who think the solution to every problem is to sue. You're doing the same thing. Read the reports, go through the steps, and if you still need a lawyer, we'll talk, but I am not going to be a party to a frivolous lawsuit."

So then he has the unmitigated gall to say terrible things about me, after all I've done for him. And Blue Cross has paid out tens of thousands of dollars on his medical expense. Without them and me, he would have been dead years ago. Talk about creating bad karma!

God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.

I turned on "Debussy for Daydreaming," to calm my frayed nerves. I wish I didn't let him get under my skin like he does. I need a vacation.