It's a good thing I'm not the depressed type by nature. If I were, I'd weigh a lot more...Yep, I'm totally a depressed stress eater.
The reason for my depression: medical bills. It's a combination of the amount and the fact that I have to talk to people. On the phone. If the amount was just half of what it is, I would have gladly paid it without complaint, but no. Now I have to wade through the medical system and barter (which I hate doing), in order to pay something that my insurance should rightfully be paying since it's not like I WANTED to have surgery. Quite the opposite. But what is one to do when the doctor says "the tumor has doubled in size in 6 months; it needs to come out even though it is benign."?
Boo. Hate. Now, where's my Pillsbury crescent rolls?