|Spoke to her earlier. Could be released tomorrow|
In her own words: "I had a poop, and it wasn't black."
Reply #2921. Mar 27 13, 8:37 PM
|Michael came to pick her up Thursday. Nurse said she'd be home by noon. Was still sitting there waiting for paperwork at 12:30.|
Both Grandma and I got invitations to go toMom's for Easter dinner. Grandma asked if Phil would be coming, and if he'd be the Easter bunny.
Mom - I don't know, I'll have to ask him (he is coming, but it's the second part she was talking about).
Grandma - Someone has to be the Easter bunny.
Sign of spring today (finally): nice enough to open bedroom window. Sun shining in motivated me to use bike.
Oh, and Sue brought up packages yesterday. Three Braille magazines, four digital books, and a "pendant:" one of those medical necklace things with that call buttonyou push if you fall. Can't get wet, or $180 to replace. Same goes for if it gets lost.
Reply #2922. Mar 30 13, 6:43 PM
|No wonder I like Facebook better at the moment; at least I know from the likes and comments that people are reading|
Had news to share, but... not feeling it anymore :(
Reply #2923. Apr 07 13, 9:20 AM
Welcome to my planet! |
Disappointing, isn't it?
Reply #2924. Apr 07 13, 10:38 AM
|Sure is, Lesley|
Had a lovely Easter dinner, full of good company (except for the young man who, I swear, came just to complain - and compete for attention) Said individual doesn't care for the fact that Mom has a new boyfriend (so that's who he competes with - as if he's still a little boy and not a young adult).
Set off the alarm on that medical pendant the one day. Don't know how. It was after I'd gotten the mail. Maybe hit it when I put the stuff away. Got a visit from Skip, who reset it - and a call from Mr. Rush, the CEO, to see if I was OK. Embarrasing to tell them it was a false alarm, but good that they cared :)
Got an email the other day from Keystone Collections (the people who called years ago to collect my late per capita tax). Didn't read email, but should have. Instead, blood pressure went into the danger zone. When I did read it, discovered it was another "thanks for telling us you're working" and "by the way, the deadline for filing taxes is..." Funny thing is, I haven't had a job since 2003 (or was it 2004?) (Long story.) Anyway, I realized sometime after that that I *did* forget to pay the per capita tax, but this wouldn't be the time to get a bill (however, it would be about right for the collection s people). Got Mom to help go through mail, and found the original per capita bill (from September). Called the company that issued it (called Berkheimer) and... **confusing *results. Now, don't know what to do. (Summary below)
Call #1: "Your call is very important to us... Heavy volume of calls..." (Hang up because I'm calling long distance and don't wish to waste that many minutes on cell)
Call #2 Speak to representative, who gives me address of where to send late paymnt. Tell her my cell battery's dying and give her landline number in case we're disconnected. Has to transfer me to another department to find out if there's a late fee, whereupon cell dies :(
One call Friday:
Advised to call the school district that issued the per capita tax. "Sometimes, we'll collect the late payments, but sometimes the district rebills for it." (Took that to mean, "I can't help you, but (out of politeness or desire to keep my job) I don't want to say it in those words.")
Reply #2925. Apr 13 13, 2:19 PM
I thought there was a time limit as to collecting a tax. Guess not; and I suppose the government or whoever they are can "go after" someone forever.
My opinion on that pendant alarm.. A false alarm is better than no alarm. At least you know it works!
Reply #2926. Apr 13 13, 3:12 PM
|I think there might be time limits, but it might be about a year or so after the bill is sent out. Still, who knows. I’m not worrying about it. If, before I can get someone to give me a straight answer (free of contradiction), if I happen to receive a bi,ll or call from the collection agency, I do. There’s nothing I can do about it at this point (and, next year, I’ll just make sure I’m better about not missing the original).|
Forgot to tell you about my smoke detector. I have two battery-operated ones in the bedroom, and two hooked up to electric (those are connected to the fire bell). Apparently, one of the battery-operated ones is a “10-year”. The other one would seem to require a battery change every year (around the first week of April). I had to listen to that thing chirping all weekend last year (not conducive to sleep, let me tell you).
So, this year, I thought, “There is no way in hell I’m waiting until Monday.” (And this is the part that almost makes no sense to me: at first, I thought it was Ethan making the noise, though he doesn’t make even remotely similar a sound.)
Called answering service, who gave me a hard time (I forget her exact wording but it was something to the effect that it wasn’t an emergency and so should wait until Monday… I remember back to that one time I called when the toilet was running, and the answering service told me to call Skip because maintenance was gone for the day. Marilyn, Skip’s wife, wasn’t pleased at the lady’s response (and I can’t say I blame her: Skip’s just the “resident helper”. Maybe he has a plumbing background, but he’s certainly not a maintenance worker).
Anyway, nice guy did come out, examined the alarm to be sure which one needed replacing, and fixed the problem. Added benefit: He had a sense of humor. “Had I come here Monday, I’d have found you chirping and wouldn’t have been able to tell if it was you or the alarm.”
Reply #2927. Apr 13 13, 4:37 PM
|Gee... that's nice :( I actually missed you guys, and... never mind. Rant over.|
The sun's peeking out every now and then :) Nice and warm, not so dreary like it was this morning.
Had a meeting with my… what would I call him? BVS representative? … Anyway, the last time I met with him (two years ago I think, because I certainly don’t remember hearing from him last year), I tried to summarize the school and bus situations… what I call “the mes”… and he said he’d get back to me. Well, apparently he hit a brick wall, because there wasn’’t any for of contact…
Today he brought his driver with him to the meeting. He came in, using his cane to feel what was in the way (I envy him the use of that… funny how, before I broke my leg, I didn’t like using it. I hated that thing, and would gladly have thrown it across the room. Actually, I believe I did—in elementary school, during one of my Orientation and Mobility lessons.) “Where can I sit,” he asked, and I patted the seat next to me on the sofa.
He had me sign two release of information forms, and now I wait to see if he can find out anything. We’re “looking into options,” as they say, to see if I can get any assistance from agencies – I tried to get help in the past and was told no one could help me because I don’t qualify for their programs. Minimal assistance = no program will accept you. As Lou himself said, there are programs to help people with disabilities, but they’re so specific in their guidelines that they exclude people. And I’m hardly alone. At least that’s a bit comforting. And at least someone’s finally willing to step up and fight for me (like people used to in the past).
He already talked to the Center for Independent Living, or whatever it’s ccalled. Now he’s calling Disability Empowerment (who, I was surprised to know, has a Lebanon office. Maybe they always did, and maybe it’s now staffed; we shall see.
I also told him my Pac Mate and Brailler need to be fixed (the one has at least one dead battery, and the other is broken).
I hate waiting, but this little meeting has reinstated that tiny spark of hope that I thought was dead, the one that I might be able to finish my degree at some future date.
Reply #2928. Apr 30 13, 4:14 PM
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