I have Aetna, and while I’m pleased with what they DO cover, it’s damned hard to figure out if they will cover a procedure or not. A lot of the time, I just tell the front office to submit a claim and I’ll cover it if Aetna won’t. However, I have the luxury of being able to afford to do this.
I haven’t heard of this trick, and I would like to know it. I will never be as awesome as this story, but it sounds like a good tool to have in my toolbox.
I’ll PM it to you, since it’s a third party service :). Free, but still.
Even more awesome. Thanks muchly.
I just so hate Facebook memes. This one rankles so much:
In honor of Mother’s Day I’m trying to see how many of you are willing to change your profile picture to a picture of your mother and keep it there till May 9. I did and so have several others. If you will and like this idea, please re-post this as your status so everyone gets the word and see how many beautiful mothers we can get on FB!
Why do these people get warm and smug from pasting this glurge? What does it ever achieve apart from pissing me off?
In response to that sort of thing I posted this a while ago:
I’d had it with the “I care more than you and can prove it!” crap.
Can you just imagine the reaction to this of some internet photo phobic mothers?
For my MIL and several other older people I know this would not be a compliment but a cause for panic.
Saje and Monlitherial- both posts stolen for use on FB.
Thanks 
I am going to suggest posting a picture of his mother on Facebook led the Seals to capture Osama Bin Laden.
This is the kind thing my husband tries to talk me out of doing. But he can’t.
A very cool trick. May I humbly ask for a c&p of how to do that? (Thank You!)
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I hate that 15 minutes from now will start the last day of my job contract (unless they extend). I’m a professional and I will approach this with grace & class but I’m pissed. I worked hard enough that I deserved better, but maybe the next job will be awesome.
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To whatever prison/prisoner that keeps calling our number: Fuck You! Who do I call to complain, slap your ass in solitary for 30 days?
I responded to this once by posting the following as my status:
Had to fire someone this week. They deserved it, but their life is also a trainwreck and I am slightly haunted by the thoughts of the impact on their kids.
I like you. Be my friend! 
Me, too. It’s slacktivism…“Ooh! I’m being such a good citizen by posting meaningless statuses on Facebook, and I don’t even have to leave my computer chair to do it like I would if I actually, say, volunteered at a women’s shelter or a soup kitchen or a no-kill animal shelter or actually donated money to any of these causes that I’m willing to take the 30 seconds to slap up a status about.”
My response to Facebook was to cancel my account and never go back. I don’t know why my husband calls me anti-social.
I log into Facebook about once every 6-9 months. The ONLY reason I have a facebook account is because I’m essentially cybersquatting. I’ve had someone use lynnbodoni @ random.free.email.com before, to impersonate me. This person was sending out emails to various posters, insulting them and getting them worked up. There are people who are willing to believe the worst about me with no proof. The only way I found out about this was because I checked the old SDMB Livejournal group, and found some people saying that they’d received nastygrams from me. When I pointed out that the email address didn’t match, the only response was “oh”. No apology for thinking that I’d be that rude or devious. I might be rude, but I generally don’t stab people in the back…I’ll stab from the front.
For the record, I’ve had a hotmail account for a long, long time now. And it’s easily confirmed by sending a message from the SDMB.
Dear neighbors in the next house over: I can hear you more clearly than I can hear my TV set. I can hear what you’re arguing about. I can hear every word. Holy shit. It’s getting to the point where I’m wondering if I need to call the cops.
Fuck moving. I always need far more boxes than I managed to wrangle up, and am then forced to “ghetto move” with garbage bags…real classy.
At least I don’t have to move very far (less than two miles,) and my new roommate has an SUV with roofrack so no need to rent a moving truck for the furniture.
The last time I moved, I ended up just throwing a lot of stuff in the back of my Jeep with no boxes or bags. It was a real treat for the unfortunate person who opened the back hatch in search of something.
Dear “foodies.” Shut up. nobody’s fucking impressed.