Rain, snow, wind, the basement sump pumps going off. Good to be home, right? A nice, fresh treat of bagel and lox and cup of foamy coffee … I open my email and stop chewing.

So, you know what’s going on with this re-certification stuff, the on-going nonsense one must put up with, that I am convinced never goes right because the “system” is overworked and couldn’t care if you end up in a loony bin trying to navigate it. More fodder for a blog post; I am documenting it all.

The email that made me stop masticating in my tracks, that tried to stop me from enjoying my breakfast and did a good job, said thus, written by a lovely lady at the agency that bills for the agency that supplies aides, “any luck because still showing no coverage.”

I had spoken to the social worker a few days and she said that the managed long term care never indicated that insurance was suspended, “so she won’t lose her aide,” But, you have to understand that the people involved, in each agency, are as isolated as islands and communication is so poor between them that the client is the spider stuck in the web, the client is the go-between and this should not be. Because of the storm, some email is compromised, some phones are not connecting. I attempted to call my mother’s former work agency which supplies legal address in such cases; the call wouldn’t go through. I sent an email through my phone as it wasn’t available on the web.

The Universe might have been telling me to step back. To take a deep breath and not react. That at this moment, despite my heart palpitations, it was all well. That the weather was awful, it was Friday, many people might not have made it to work, that perhaps by next week we could smooth it all out. That it wasn’t my fault, it was out of my control. For now…there is no choice but limbo …

That just about everyone I know is going through “something”, something major, that the world had been turned upside down as if it were trying to dump tons of useless, negative stuff into the blackness and bring new light to its ailing self.

We are reflections of the big picture, the one-thing-after-another that has been occurring for a year or more, be it with relationships or weather. We breathe one another’s air; we all need to take a deep breath and reconnect with what is important. And just do the limbo rock. How low can you go?

This series starts here:
Part 1: And The Band Played On … a mother’s life, a daughter’s journey

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