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Oct. 30th, 2013 02:20 pmBeing the responsible adult I am, and also because I needed prescriptions for my medication, I went to se the pulmologist yesterday. I hadn't been there for four years -- last time was during the month I spent in Vienna between Ankara and Skopje -- and so of course there was the obligatory spirometer (that the word?) test. Which, I hasten to add, was fine.
( Fewer cigarettes )
A further step towards cost-cutting was made today: I went to see my insurance guy. As I expected, there isn't much I can do about my household insurance -- if my flat is completely destroyed, I'm going to need the € 93.000 to rebuild and rebuy everything. The accident insurance, however, is a different matter (and more fool me, because I never really looked into it...): I got it in 1986, i.e. almost 30 years ago, when I wasn't yet employed, and when it was still unclear whether I'd marry and/or have a family. Hence the astronomic sum of € 435.000 I'd get in case of total invalidity, plus the insurance money for whoever inherits after me, and the guarantees for income, rent payments, etc. Given that I don't have children and am a civil servant, I don't need most of that. So we'll wait till next spring, and then look for a model that fits and will of course be less expensive. Also, I'll be paying monthly rates (without additional cost, because I've been their client for almost 30 years), which is preferable to having to shell out a few hundred Euros once a year.
In jeans-buying news, I got a new pair on Friday. I hate trying clothes on at the shop, and so I just bought a size 40 at Zara and tried them on at home. My eyes almost popped out from the surprise -- the bastards were TOO BIG!!! So I went back today and, because I couldn't find any jeans I liked, I bought two tops. I'm not very well equipped with elegant-ish, long-sleeved tops you don't have to iron, so I was glad to find two of those. I reckon I'll be needing them also in winter, because if the hot flashes continue, turtlenecks are impossible to wear, even the feel-good, viscose ones.
Time for a chewing gum, I think.
So this means no more ten-minute-escapes from my reflux-ridden office mate??!! Bugger. I hadn't thought of that...
( Fewer cigarettes )
A further step towards cost-cutting was made today: I went to see my insurance guy. As I expected, there isn't much I can do about my household insurance -- if my flat is completely destroyed, I'm going to need the € 93.000 to rebuild and rebuy everything. The accident insurance, however, is a different matter (and more fool me, because I never really looked into it...): I got it in 1986, i.e. almost 30 years ago, when I wasn't yet employed, and when it was still unclear whether I'd marry and/or have a family. Hence the astronomic sum of € 435.000 I'd get in case of total invalidity, plus the insurance money for whoever inherits after me, and the guarantees for income, rent payments, etc. Given that I don't have children and am a civil servant, I don't need most of that. So we'll wait till next spring, and then look for a model that fits and will of course be less expensive. Also, I'll be paying monthly rates (without additional cost, because I've been their client for almost 30 years), which is preferable to having to shell out a few hundred Euros once a year.
In jeans-buying news, I got a new pair on Friday. I hate trying clothes on at the shop, and so I just bought a size 40 at Zara and tried them on at home. My eyes almost popped out from the surprise -- the bastards were TOO BIG!!! So I went back today and, because I couldn't find any jeans I liked, I bought two tops. I'm not very well equipped with elegant-ish, long-sleeved tops you don't have to iron, so I was glad to find two of those. I reckon I'll be needing them also in winter, because if the hot flashes continue, turtlenecks are impossible to wear, even the feel-good, viscose ones.
Time for a chewing gum, I think.
So this means no more ten-minute-escapes from my reflux-ridden office mate??!! Bugger. I hadn't thought of that...
