As spring has sprung, I have returned to a periodic yoga practice. The other day, in my first time back since the snow began to fall and paddle board yoga ended for the season, we were hanging out in pidgin pose and I was trying to feel into my very tight hip. It had been giving me problems all winter, and so I finally decided to see what was going on. (It’s rarely actually a physical problem, though it is always very real physical pain and movement limitations.) I began ranting in my head about our prescription insurance. Thanks to Kroger and Express Scripts making bottom line decisions, I now have to drive a half hour to a pharmacy that takes our insurance, even though they will still make me pay for my drugs until we meet a stupidly high deductible. Hearing my therapist’s words in my head, I felt the feels. Well, first I named them: Anger, Frustration, Powerlessness, Hopelessness. Then I felt them. The only way past is through.
A Message to the Federation.
A Message to the Federation.
A Message to the Federation.
As spring has sprung, I have returned to a periodic yoga practice. The other day, in my first time back since the snow began to fall and paddle board yoga ended for the season, we were hanging out in pidgin pose and I was trying to feel into my very tight hip. It had been giving me problems all winter, and so I finally decided to see what was going on. (It’s rarely actually a physical problem, though it is always very real physical pain and movement limitations.) I began ranting in my head about our prescription insurance. Thanks to Kroger and Express Scripts making bottom line decisions, I now have to drive a half hour to a pharmacy that takes our insurance, even though they will still make me pay for my drugs until we meet a stupidly high deductible. Hearing my therapist’s words in my head, I felt the feels. Well, first I named them: Anger, Frustration, Powerlessness, Hopelessness. Then I felt them. The only way past is through.