Approval

Everyone seeks approval. At some point in your life, either consciously or subconsciously you seek approval. Whether it's from your parents or from your friends or from your boss, you seek it. You want to be accepted.

For the last 3-4 weeks I've been anxiously awaiting approval from my insurance company. Every day when I came home from work I'd cautiously approach the mailbox with baited breath. "Is the approval letter here?" "Do we finally get to move on to the next step?"

And every day my anxious smile would fade and my hopes dashed. Nope. Not today. Maybe tomorrow. But tomorrow would come and once again, no dice.

The financial lady at my RE office told me it could take up to 4 weeks and as it's been getting dangerously close to 4 weeks, each day has become more and more tortuous. Well, I have had enough. I put my foot down. I called my insurance company this morning.

We have been approved.

And apparently it was dated on the 9th or 10th of August. I asked about a letter being mailed to me and she said something along the lines of my doctor would just call to verify the approval. Seems a little backwards, but whatever. We are approved and that's all that matters.

I called and left a message with the financial lady to let her know and to have her call me with what our cost is going to be. Hopefully she will call back today but if she doesn't that's ok. I can wait.