Oh this week has abosolutely SUCKED. Just sucked.
 First there were the phone messages on my cell from the past 48 hours. A sampling:
 "I've decided that, in light of your behavior and attitude, it would just be best for everyone if you just didn't come home anymore. Just call me when the tuition is due, and I'll tape the check on the door. Don't call me, don't take care of the dogs. I don't care about you, I don't care about your problems. Just don't come around anymore."
 "I've gotten a bill from the hospital of your MRI. Apparently the insurance didn't pay for it. Obviously that means you're gonna have to. I hope you've got $3500. I don't!"
 "I've decided I'm not paying for the councelor anymore. I hope your Mother is willing to put up with your selfishness and attitude. I'm not."
 That's dad. 
 Well, then Dad decided to call Mom and make the already stressful exacerbating. Apparently he told her that I was expecting them to pay for some rather, ahem, expensive cosmetic surgery. He left out the part that he had called me bright and early to call me names you don't call a dog you don't like--and when I told him that he would either stop calling me those names or we would continue talking another time, he took "vicious" to another level (so I hung up).
 Mom was appalled. She also was amazed that I had the spine to hang up on my father.
 WE talked about the dentist fiasco for an hour. No, I don't want cosmetic surgery. Yes, I want a different dentist. Yes, I have a couple in mind. Yes, I agree the one I saw recently is exorbitantly expensive, but he specializes in teeth grinding. Yes, I'm willing to look around for one that has know how in teeth grinding without charging me through the nose (I'm thinking that SOMEWHERE there's a funny joke involving teeth....but I'm not sure....).
 For the first time in like an eon, I've been having positive convos with my mother. I think I'm maturing. She was still obsessing over money the whole time.
 I spent the whole of today driving all over God's creation ironing out how it was that I had an MRI done and some how I was able to give insurance information without it being accepted. It turns out that the insurance I THOUGHT I had,  had, when I had teh MRI (neuro looking to make sure, god forbid, there isn't anything like a brain tumor causing the migranes, and thank god, there isn't) was preformed was expired. So technically I was registered as a "self pay patient." So as the really nice bill paying lady at the hospital (behind bullet proof glass and the video camera equipment) is explaining this to me I'm like "Oh well duh. No body was telling anyoen anything and of course the bill's not getting paid. Everyone's thinking the other person's psychic and no one has a clue in hell what's going on."  So, when it was all said and done, I went to, and called back, my neurologist, who will call insurance and say "This test was ordered by the doctor. Teh patient didn't just randomly show up for an MRI on a lark."
 When it was all said and done, after being called terrible names by my father, having my father go behind my back and talk to my doctors w/o my permission, having my father freak out my mother unnecessarily, and finding out that, really, it was all a matter of "Well, we weren't sure WHAT was going on, so it was just safer to make YOU the patient accountable..." I couldn't stop laughing. It was like some bad, screwed up episode of "the twilight zone." I kept sighing because he's in disease--this is wehre the old timers talk about detachment with love, how you live off the love of the people within program because you  can't get it from your loved ones.
 Just wanted to share where I'm at. And I wanted to thank you all again--I don't know if you all remember how much your smiles, our "dark sense of humor" and the ability you all have helped me to grow to see that "this too shall pass" has made SUCH a difference.
 PS--I've had my doctors note that, in the future, my father is ONLY allowed to talk with them about $$$$$ matters. Anything else is OFF LIMITS.