2008 is bangin
My God, this new year has started off as…how did Queen Elizabeth call it…annus horriblus?
I’ve had some real health scares; one is concluded now and all turned out well thank God. But it sent me into panic mode as it does every woman who goes through it. The other is likely related to the same, but involves a lot more tests and probably some nasty procedures….to say I’m just fine. I understand the super caution, but it sure scares the hell out of you.
Then my uncle had a triple bypass, did really well, and they took him and my aunt home last night, to discover there had been a leak and the house was flooded. Now, while my poor uncle is recovering from heart surgery, they’ll have to live somewhere else for two months.
Fortunately they have good insurance and sounds like they’re being decent. Probably State Farm, most in my family seem to choose them and have good luck with them.
When I was burgled several years ago, my own insurance (Country Companies) started out well. They paid for everything while the front door was fixed (and reinforced like hell…despite a deadbolt, it had been kicked in) - hotel, all meals, even laundry service if I’d have needed that which I did not. But when it came to reimbursement for the stuff stolen (I had replacement value…very important to have that and pay extra for it, IMO), they dicked around and it was a lot of back and forth.
The worst was that among the things stolen (fortunately nothing I really cared about…I was lucky and had taken my computer with me on my road trip, during which time I was burgled) was a damn first class plane ticket, round trip, to San Francisco. It wasn’t like anyone could use it, because I’d informed United, but it was first class and that made it much more expensive than your average ticket. In fact, replacement value was about two grand and I really wanted that nice flight for a rainy day.
They wanted a copy of it, which of course I didn’t have. Who makes a copy of a plane ticket? Somehow United couldn’t give me the crazy documentation they insisted on, and I never did get reimbursed for that ticket.
So now I use State Farm myself, and actually, THE WHOLE FAMILY TURNED AGAINST COUNTRY COMPANIES. My grandparents had been with Country Companies since BEFORE the second world war.
Not only did they dick me around, but they messed with my grandmother after a tornado. And that was the last straw.
I guess I should copy this to Corporation Misery department because I’m saying Country Company Insurance sucks eggs. Don’t bother with them. They were mean to my grandmother, after she’d been a very loyal customer for over half a century. Oh, and lots of big farms in my family - they were ALL insured by Country Companies. No more.
My heart right now, though, is with Uncle C. and his family. Geesh, how much can one family take? I’d make a joke about boils and Job, but that was always a family joke of sorts (at least we don’t have boils, when things would go wrong, like Job of the Bible did), and then I actually got boils due to a bad staph infection, possibly MRSA.
Blah.
Updates: Uncle C. is doing unbelievably great. He was out of hospital in record time and is back to driving me crazy with his stories. In a good way. 
They are STILL living in a rented house because the repair process was extensive, but the insurance company has been so good. They deserve a shout out: AARP Insurance. As Borat would say, “Vedy niiiice.
