Bitch Session

Note the title. Consider yourself warned.

To my beloved HMO: How do I loathe thee!! Let me count the ways. I loathe thee to the height and breadth my soul can reach. Shall I compare thee to a winter's day? Thou art more foul and more frigid. To HMO or not to HMO, that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the loss of pocket book or to jump through flaming hoops for inferior service. To comply, to sleep and by that sleep wait for a pre-approval. 'Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished.

As for my co-worker, that one will wait.