Get this: The Medicaid office that requested “missing” forms instructs them to be mailed in to the office. They do not use fax. The medical office associated with my mother’s doctor, that was asked to kindly fill out a form and send it in to Medicaid, uses fax but does not mail in forms. Thus, the medical office is sending the form to me (wait, that doesn’t make sense) so I can send it to Medicaid. I must be Through The Looking Glass. I will not question. And know I know why so many things I asked to be … Continue reading →

I am learning …     Pardon me for sounding so very jaded but I think I have learned a lesson and perhaps I have learned it from my mother: don’t trust. I have always been the “trusting kind” and perhaps it is despite my mother’s very suspicious nature, however, she might have something there. From my last post: “Back to worry and desperation: I called the Entitlement Department again and was told they were ‘here for me.’ But, as much as they were here for me, the papers weren’t there for them-thar folks at the other agency. ” During the blizzard, when I had spoken … Continue reading →

  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 … Continue reading →

  The problem with paperwork is … it gets lost. Usually because the person who asks for it is drowning under so much of it that they suffocate within it, hence, they never see it, until later, when an archaeological dig is requested. A phone call began my Monday morning: “I am sorry to tell you that we never received your mother’s re-certification papers.” I had a foot out of the door. I had an appointment. This is not something I wanted to hear, especially since all the necessary papers were faxed to the appropriate person at the beginning of November. … Continue reading →