Here we are, another FriedDay and it’s been a helluva week, let me tell you! The weekend was pretty nice, finally some nice weather. There was even clouds here and there for pretties.
Monday was going well, normal Casa Cuckoo stuff. Ben is still doing okay at school, and not having any problems with the move to Room 2 and a new teacher. As far as we know anyway.
Then things went pear shaped, as they say. It started minor… a call from my Primary Doctor’s office, telling me that Medicare declined payment. Their reason was that I have a “Work Comp set-aside account, and Medicare is secondary insurance”. It’s true that for part of the year I pay cash for my appointments with my Pain Management Doctor, then when the money is gone, I mail a form (which I did), then Medicare pays for the rest. Which doesn’t make a bit of difference to my Primary Care Provider.
So, I called Medicare. After working my way through the automated system for about six years, (okay, it really about fifteen minutes) I was transfered to a person. I told my story after verifying everything except the color of my underwear, only to be told she couldn’t help me, but she’d transfer me to someone who could.
I only had to wait on hold for ten minutes before another live person mumbled their name and stock greeting words at me. I verified everything again, and told my story again. She kept putting me on hold to “gather more information”, whatever that meant. After another ten years of my life was wasted (okay, okay… twenty minutes) she mumbled something that I had to ask her to repeat twice. Bottom line, I needed to fill out a form (there’s always a form, isn’t there) to appeal the decision.
That’s when the phone connection started breaking up and I only caught every third word she mumbled. She must’ve been getting frustrated too, cuz she talked louder and showed some signs of life. I finally understood that she would mail the form, with step by step instructions, and I should have it within fifteen business days. Yep! Three weeks.
I called my doctor’s office back and explained. The poor gal was as dumbfounded as I was. I swear, these government employees, probably working from home, are just clicking stuff to clear it. Daughter’s issues with SSI, now my issue with Medicare. It’s enough to make your head explode.
Monday’s sunset was pretty. After all the drama (keep reading, more drama after the picture break) it was nice to see the pretties. Here’s a bunch of sunset and a few sunrise pictures, cuz ya know I gotta take pictures.
Around 4pm Younger called to say she’d just been in car accident on the way home. She was physically okay, but couldn’t find her insurance information. She found it while she was talking to me and said she’d call me back.
Several calls and changes of plans later, she called to ask if I could come get her. Of course I could, and I did. She’d been holding it together until she got in the car with me, then she lost it. Of course she did. She told me that while she was waiting for me, ex-Partner called and told her that somehow, Kris the Corn Snake had been in a load of clothes that went through the washer. Kris was still alive, but ex was defensive and rude, so they fought. Poor Younger.
I drove back to my house and gave her my car. I offered to help her move Kris to her new place, but she didn’t want to stress her even more. She was going to stay at the trailer and monitor her. She’s been working a lot and hadn’t moved the last of her stuff yet. She’d been staying at both places.
She kept my car until Thor’sDay. I didn’t really need it until then, and why pay for an extra day of rental. The plan was for her to come get me around 10:30am, but she overslept and didn’t show up til noon. Of course it was already 90°F (32°C) with humidity in the teens. Yuck!
The first place we went didn’t have any small cars, only SUVs. Uh, no! We wanted cheap, not fancy shmancy. Dude suggested we make a reservation for the next day. We went back to the car and made a reservation in a nearby city for 12:30pm. It still took almost two hours to get the dang car.
I was exhausted after. I don’t do well in heat, I hadn’t slept well the night before, and my body was aching from sitting upright for so long. I really DO spend most of my time laying down. Even on Couch Sittin Duty, I’m stretched out and reclining.
My day wasn’t over. Daughter had work Thor’sDay night, her vacation time was over and I had to Drive Miss Daisy. Then I had to get Ben into the tub and settled in bed. Which was all accomplished, but the Bootyhead was still awake at midnight.
Today I had to get him up and ready for school. His driver changed his pickup time to 7:20am, so I waved bye bye to the GLYSB, then went to pick Daughter up from work. It was already too warm at 8:45am when I went for my walk. Another hot day!
Let’s take another break. I bombarded you with sky pictures. I took a grip of pictures of different flowers, trees and stuff on my walks this past week. I turned it into a video.
I was not feeling like walking and seriously thought about skipping it, but I went. I did cut it a little short though. Compromise. I cooled down and veg’d until it was time to go get my second shot at 11am.
After getting poked, and waiting out the observation time, I got a cart and did my grocery shopping. I was back home a little after noon. I turned on the AC as soon as I walked in… it was 93°F (34°C). Double Yuck!!
Daughter has work again tonight, and tomorrow night. I’ve got a sore arm, but that’s it so far with the shot. Glad I’m vax’d now. Younger and Kris are both doing okay. No news about her car yet. She talked to our insurance on Monday, but hasn’t heard from the other party’s insurance yet. Dude hit her in the passenger rear and spun her. He was in a big work truck, a company truck, so who knows how long it will take. Her car is a 2006, so it’s probably totaled.
The temperature is supposed to drop fifteen degrees tomorrow, twenty would be nicer. I’ve had a crazy week, and who knows what the weekend will be like. I’m trying to keep up with my blog reading, but I’m falling behind. I’ll keep trying to catch up, and I’ll see you in your comments… or mine.