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May. 12th, 2014
Headed down the Path To The Impossible
May. 12th, 2014 08:45 amMy paternal grandfather ran away from his home in Germany when he was a teenager and joined the British Navy. When war broke out between England and Germany, he jumped ship the next time they hit land. By happenstance that 'land' was Galveston, TX. He learned English (mostly) and joined the Fresco Railroad working his way up to engineer - the first without a college degree at the railroad.
He applied for and was granted citizenship the very minute it was possible. He was a rabid, flag waving, jingoistic citizen. He retired and devoted himself to writing letters, loving his grandchildren, taking care of my grandmother and fighting Medicare.
They never paid him correctly. Actually, really, they never paid the doctor correctly. And he was all over it. The problem was, they over paid. And he was trying to refund money to the U.S. Government.
His letters are great, his grandchildren adored him, my grandmother was adored by him and he was a total fail in righting his finances with the government. When he died, by his calculations, Medicare had overpaid about $250 on his behalf and despite a lengthy and energetic battle, he was never able to give it back.
In March, I got a letter from Medicaid saying that since I turned 65, I need to get health coverage from Medicare. Made since to me. I signed up. All was fine. Except it wasn't.
Since March, I have gotten a truckload of mail about Medicaid. Half of it says I need to reapply or I will lose my benefits. The other half says I am no longer eligible. I sent email twice and called once and all three times was assured my Medicaid coverage had ended and my account closed.
Saturday I got a letter saying that starting in May, Medicaid will be paying my Medicare bill. WTF?????!!!
I am reliving my Grandfather's life. I will spend my remaining years trying to get the government to quit paying for me.
Today's foray will be to get back onto their website and change my account to reflect my actual taxable income which will, hopefully, bounce me out of eligibility. When I applied, my income was not verifiable via IRS and the projection was lower. Now I have the tax return. Hopefully, this trick will fix it.
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Swimming this morning was packed. My lane (Easy) wasn't bad at all but some pool somewhere was closed and their masters folks came to ours. I love watching masters people do their stuff. It was fun.
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I'm still fighting internet issues. Randomly I get dropped. I just lost it while typing this entry. Rebooting the router fixes it and that's easy enough but geez it's getting old.
He applied for and was granted citizenship the very minute it was possible. He was a rabid, flag waving, jingoistic citizen. He retired and devoted himself to writing letters, loving his grandchildren, taking care of my grandmother and fighting Medicare.
They never paid him correctly. Actually, really, they never paid the doctor correctly. And he was all over it. The problem was, they over paid. And he was trying to refund money to the U.S. Government.
His letters are great, his grandchildren adored him, my grandmother was adored by him and he was a total fail in righting his finances with the government. When he died, by his calculations, Medicare had overpaid about $250 on his behalf and despite a lengthy and energetic battle, he was never able to give it back.
In March, I got a letter from Medicaid saying that since I turned 65, I need to get health coverage from Medicare. Made since to me. I signed up. All was fine. Except it wasn't.
Since March, I have gotten a truckload of mail about Medicaid. Half of it says I need to reapply or I will lose my benefits. The other half says I am no longer eligible. I sent email twice and called once and all three times was assured my Medicaid coverage had ended and my account closed.
Saturday I got a letter saying that starting in May, Medicaid will be paying my Medicare bill. WTF?????!!!
I am reliving my Grandfather's life. I will spend my remaining years trying to get the government to quit paying for me.
Today's foray will be to get back onto their website and change my account to reflect my actual taxable income which will, hopefully, bounce me out of eligibility. When I applied, my income was not verifiable via IRS and the projection was lower. Now I have the tax return. Hopefully, this trick will fix it.
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Swimming this morning was packed. My lane (Easy) wasn't bad at all but some pool somewhere was closed and their masters folks came to ours. I love watching masters people do their stuff. It was fun.
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I'm still fighting internet issues. Randomly I get dropped. I just lost it while typing this entry. Rebooting the router fixes it and that's easy enough but geez it's getting old.
Oh for fuck's sake
May. 12th, 2014 02:10 pmI just got a comment on G+ that I should not use the "f-bomb" - that I am "better than that". Based on the phrasing and spelling, I'm pretty sure that same person has complained about the same thing here and maybe even one of the people who emailed me with complaints.
IF a word harms another person or group of people, then I would be reluctant to use it.
OTHERWISE, I am totally in the George Carlin school of word usage. Fuck, fuck, fuck. 'Oh intercourse' just does not convey the same message. And nods to Sheldon Cooper, when I stub my toe, I am not going to scream COITUS!!!
I'm not over fond of the word 'cunt' but that's just me. The rest of George Carlin's words are golden for me. They will be used here and elsewhere liberally. Anyone who isn't comfortable with that should really really really stop reading this journal. Also those people should not read my G+ feed or my Twitter feed or really much of anything I write.
IF a word harms another person or group of people, then I would be reluctant to use it.
OTHERWISE, I am totally in the George Carlin school of word usage. Fuck, fuck, fuck. 'Oh intercourse' just does not convey the same message. And nods to Sheldon Cooper, when I stub my toe, I am not going to scream COITUS!!!
I'm not over fond of the word 'cunt' but that's just me. The rest of George Carlin's words are golden for me. They will be used here and elsewhere liberally. Anyone who isn't comfortable with that should really really really stop reading this journal. Also those people should not read my G+ feed or my Twitter feed or really much of anything I write.
- Shit
- Piss
- Fuck
Cunt- Cocksucker
- Motherfucker
- Tits
Knock knock knock knock
May. 12th, 2014 05:13 pmI answered the door and there was the building manager, my neighbor down the hall who never remembers who I am unless she's running for elective office, and Tija who lives upstairs. The building manage as holding.... Zoey.
Zoey had apparently gone out for a thrill ride without telling me. Neighbor who never knows me found her and went to get the manager. Tija was coming in from work so they all three ended up on this floor and captured the escapee. Apparently, it was a bit of a bother to figure out who's cat it was.
I have no idea what I did with that collar she wore for many months. It has a bell on it and a tag with my name and phone number and unit number. I found an old tag (she will now be called Pizza by anyone who finds her but the contact info is the same) and a bell and fashioned a lovely color out of one of those plastic spiral bracelet things that people keep keys on. It actually works pretty darned well.
So now she's tagged and belled and on this side of the door. I sent email apologies to the rescue team.
Zoey had apparently gone out for a thrill ride without telling me. Neighbor who never knows me found her and went to get the manager. Tija was coming in from work so they all three ended up on this floor and captured the escapee. Apparently, it was a bit of a bother to figure out who's cat it was.
I have no idea what I did with that collar she wore for many months. It has a bell on it and a tag with my name and phone number and unit number. I found an old tag (she will now be called Pizza by anyone who finds her but the contact info is the same) and a bell and fashioned a lovely color out of one of those plastic spiral bracelet things that people keep keys on. It actually works pretty darned well.
So now she's tagged and belled and on this side of the door. I sent email apologies to the rescue team.