Posts Tagged With: medical bills

Day 1486: You don’t want to do that

I don’t want to do overgeneralization (or any other cognitive distortion), but most people don’t want others to tell them what they do want or don’t want to do.

I don’t want to break confidentiality, so I won’t identify the person in therapy yesterday who expressed frustration with a family member who tells others what they want, don’t want, or otherwise experience.

I don’t want to brag, but two years ago I made a t-shirt that says, “The Expert on My Own Experience.” I don’t want to give that t-shirt away, but I think my therapy patient could use that t-shirt, especially when dealing with that opinionated family member.

I don’t want to be too negative about the near future, but I posted this on Facebook last night:

I survived open heart surgery, but how will my heart survive the next four years?

You don’t want to miss  all my photos from yesterday:









You don’t want to pay $20,078.33 for heart surgery, especially when that charge is the result of somebody entering the wrong diagnostic code.



You don’t want to live on Nathan Lane, because that would be uncomfortable for both of you.

You don’t want to watch Nathan Lane in Stephen Sondheim‘s A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum?  Then don’t.


You don’t want to leave a comment for this post? That’s okay, too.

You don’t want to go too long without expressing gratitude, so I want to thank everyone who helped me create this post and you — of course! — for wanting to visit here, now.


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Day 1450: Tradishes

It’s a tradish around here for me to get my post titles from something I saw the day before.


Another tradish here at The Year(s) of Living Non-Judgmentally is to link the rest of my photos, somehow, to the day’s topic.


There’s Danise from cardiac rehab, with her tradish stethoscope.


That’s a holiday tradish I saw posted on the wall at Whole Foods Market.


It’s a tradish around here for me to get a medical bill for an outrageous amount of money.  As is my tradish, I called the medical facility and my health insurance company to straighten this out.

Here are some new holiday tradishes:  the Christmas Bunny …



…. and the Christmas pig.



It’s hard for me not to be a Christmas pig when my boyfriend Michael does his tradish of making me a delish fish dish for dinner.



Here another portion of my friend Janet’s tradish Christmas greeting:


Speaking of cups of tea, here’s my tradish of including sayings from tea bags:



Because I  slept un-tradish-ionally late today, I have to conclude this post, right now, with gratitude to all who helped me with today’s tradishes and to  you — of course! — no matter what tradish you wish to dish about here.


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