CoCo's Corner

The last few days I've been noticing an anxious feeling.  An exhausted feeling.  It's such a habit and such a addiction that I feel that I need to break it.  I'm talking about Facebook.  It's becoming such a divisive and horrible place to linger.  It's becoming a spiral of negative.  It's been coming on for the last few years and I've truly come to the end of my rope and I'm trying to break the habit.  It truly is a habit.  It's on my phone - I pick it up and I look at it just for no reason.  No reason other than to be dragged down by it.  It used to be fun to look at people's pictures.  It used to be fun to see the funny videos.  It used to be fun to see the animal pictures.  It used to be fun to see what people share.  Now, people share stuff that most of us don't want to deal with.  It's political, it's negative.  I don't understand why we have to post all this garbage - which most of it is false anyway.  Both sides.  See

Yeah - pretty powerful for someone who tries to go with the flow.  But, it has to be said.  We truly are screwed if something happens to our individual health care. I have had my own insurance since I was 18 years old.  Which was good - because I got pregnant prior to being married and I had insurance - back then, once you were married, you were kicked off your parents insurance.  Luckily, I was covered by my own when I got pregnant. I worked for 32 years for the same governmental entity.  I had full insurance for myself and my family.  It was pretty damned good insurance.  I raised my family on it.  I had a daughter that had cancer, twice and was covered on it.  I had a husband with multiple health issues and surgeries on it, until he passed away.  Ted was covered by it when he spent two weeks in the ICU and the hospital.  It covered him.  I appreciated my insurance. When I decided to retire - or when I felt that I had no other choice but to do so, I was able to keep my kind o