The hosting provider where I host this blog, VPS Farm, is closing up shop in two weeks. The owner is changing jobs and shutting it down. This means I have to find a new provider, and fast, or my handful of readers will be forever lost.
I have some local providers that I can turn to, so I hope to switch over to a new provider soon. With any luck the transition will be seamless but I’m sure a gremlin or two will pop up. Just bear with me. I promise that there isn’t much that can shut me up!
I know I’ve been a bit quiet on the blog lately but it’s because I’ve been very busy with stuff. The new job is going well but the schedule I’m on doesn’t leave me with much copious free time (TM). I am having to hustle to make things work and it’s been an adjustment but so far I’m making it work.
Kelly left this morning for her three-day session in Greensboro, so my schedule has taken a hit for that, too.
The other blog blocker is caused by books. Seems whenever I request books from the library they all tend to come in at the same time. I got an inter-library loan in from the Charlotte-Mecklenburg library called Escaping the Endless Adolescence, which is living up to its expectations. Soon after, the Charlie LeDuff book Detroit: An American Autopsy, arrived. Because Endless Adolescence wasn’t due back until the end of the month, I read through LeDuff’s book first. Now I’m back into Endless Adolescence again. My reading doesn’t leave much time for other things.
I still have posts to catch up on and hope to get those online as soon as these books have been returned. Life is pretty good, though, all told!
Out healthcare system is so very, very broken. I hate patronizing businesses who I know are fleecing me blind.
Stephanie was then told by a billing clerk that the estimated cost of Sean’s visit — just to be examined for six days so a treatment plan could be devised — would be $48,900, due in advance. Stephanie got her mother to write her a check. “You do anything you can in a situation like that,” she says. The Recchis flew to Houston, leaving Stephanie’s mother to care for their two teenage children.About a week later, Stephanie had to ask her mother for $35,000 more so Sean could begin the treatment the doctors had decided was urgent. His condition had worsened rapidly since he had arrived in Houston. He was “sweating and shaking with chills and pains,” Stephanie recalls. “He had a large mass in his chest that was … growing. He was panicked.”
via Bitter Pill: Why Medical Bills Are Killing Us | TIME.com.
