tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772684905145651086.post2596458087040700031..comments2023-06-13T06:05:08.736-05:00Comments on Julaver: In Which I Complain About a Great Many Insignificant ThingsJuliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16241377605401357415noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2772684905145651086.post-80258949276982398522011-06-07T07:48:56.398-05:002011-06-07T07:48:56.398-05:00Hugs to you for getting your blood drawn. Ick! Mak...Hugs to you for getting your blood drawn. Ick! Makes me a little woozy to think about.<br /><br />Insurance sucks. They make it so unnavigable, that even with a Masters degree I'm at a loss of where to begin, and where to fight. And then the bills that come in after a simple procedure. Unnecessary paper and tree killing. <br /><br />I don't understand this about men. They don't know how to sympathize. If they would just say, "that sucks", "I'll punch them in the face" or "how could they do that to you?" We would feel so much better, and the ranting would stop! Men are their own worse enemies sometimes.Nataliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05667348084692547707noreply@blogger.com