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Aug. 28th, 2022 05:24 pmThanks to advances in modern technology, it’s amazing that someone can take you from calm to pissing-razors angry within the span of three or four text messages.
Besides having to deal with our year-and financial inventory for MeMum, last week we also had to deal with the Medicaid LTC renewal. (It’s a yearly renewal that for some reason we’re doing after seven months. Goddamn Medicaid.) In between two long days of emailing the Law Talking Lady I also had a long day emailing our Medicaid broad. It took me six or seven hours to get her to understand the Fidelity Investments Issue (this was before we found out Mom had an unknown pension. That’s a good band name. Unknown Pension). The Medicaid broad finally smelled what I was cooking and said she would simply submit it as income. Once we get this done she said “You will get a confirmation letter from Health and Human Services in the next week or so”
This entire week got past us without word from Health & Human Services. So I texted Da Olda Sista this morning to see if she received any letters. “Oh yeah” she said “I got one on like Tuesday.” I asked her if we had been renewed for another year. “I don’t know. I skimmed it over and then threw it on my desk.” I asked her look and she confirmed Mom was renewed for another year of care.
Are you kidding me? I’ve been busting my ass getting all this information together and she never bothered to let me know the letter arrived four days ago!!?. I was absolutely livid. Again, I have been doing most of the legwork. She just started a new job so I know her focus has been elsewhere. But goddamn...this is pretty important.
If I had to do this all over again, I would never have had Da Olda granted guardianship of any type. I would've bought a new computer and printer and just done all of this shit myself. We still have the Fidelity Investment Issue to deal with. We have to find a way to get the Law Talking Guys to get that account closed and the money sent to us. Then we’ll have to have Medicaid adjust our monthly payment to The Unhappiest Place In America. Best case scenario this is going to be a monster pain in the ass. I guess I should prepare myself to handle of this as well.
As I type this, there’s a large group of people throwin' down at the pool. They appear to be mostly Latino and they are pumping some loud-ass music. I think it’s time to go sit on the porch, have a beer, and let the salsa vibes wash over me.
Besides having to deal with our year-and financial inventory for MeMum, last week we also had to deal with the Medicaid LTC renewal. (It’s a yearly renewal that for some reason we’re doing after seven months. Goddamn Medicaid.) In between two long days of emailing the Law Talking Lady I also had a long day emailing our Medicaid broad. It took me six or seven hours to get her to understand the Fidelity Investments Issue (this was before we found out Mom had an unknown pension. That’s a good band name. Unknown Pension). The Medicaid broad finally smelled what I was cooking and said she would simply submit it as income. Once we get this done she said “You will get a confirmation letter from Health and Human Services in the next week or so”
This entire week got past us without word from Health & Human Services. So I texted Da Olda Sista this morning to see if she received any letters. “Oh yeah” she said “I got one on like Tuesday.” I asked her if we had been renewed for another year. “I don’t know. I skimmed it over and then threw it on my desk.” I asked her look and she confirmed Mom was renewed for another year of care.
Are you kidding me? I’ve been busting my ass getting all this information together and she never bothered to let me know the letter arrived four days ago!!?. I was absolutely livid. Again, I have been doing most of the legwork. She just started a new job so I know her focus has been elsewhere. But goddamn...this is pretty important.
If I had to do this all over again, I would never have had Da Olda granted guardianship of any type. I would've bought a new computer and printer and just done all of this shit myself. We still have the Fidelity Investment Issue to deal with. We have to find a way to get the Law Talking Guys to get that account closed and the money sent to us. Then we’ll have to have Medicaid adjust our monthly payment to The Unhappiest Place In America. Best case scenario this is going to be a monster pain in the ass. I guess I should prepare myself to handle of this as well.
As I type this, there’s a large group of people throwin' down at the pool. They appear to be mostly Latino and they are pumping some loud-ass music. I think it’s time to go sit on the porch, have a beer, and let the salsa vibes wash over me.
