So I still had I think three cigarettes left from yesterday’s pack, opened a new pack earlier today. Stressful day today, I vaped a couple of times with the low nicotine but ended up smoking more today. I’m smoking the last from my pack now, which puts me at 23 cigarettes so far, today. I just opened my second to last pack and guesstimating I will smoke one or two out of it before I actually go to sleep.
Once again, I started my day with a lack of sleep, thanks to horn dog Cooper moaning and groaning and barking throughout the night. While Joplin isn’t flagging him, she is flirting a bit, so although I understand Cooper’s frustration, it still bugged me when he kept waking me up!
The people that handle my healthcare finances called to see if I had received a Medicaid card yet (nope) and her tone of voice verged on panic as she informed me, I would need to call Social Security for an appointment – and their appointments were two months in the future – before she could “help” me. I went to the Social Security page to see what they could explain, and the page said if I had a my Social Security account (I do) I apparently created in 2012, I should log in and follow the directions there. I did and have now successfully I think submitted my application online. The hard part was trying to make sure they understood I only need Medicare/Medicaid and not the financial stuff. I’m covered for life with the Public Employees Retirement System.
Long and short of it though, is the Medicaid crap added a ton of stress on me, worrying about my blood pressure meds, etc. I know it was well before dinner time, sometime in the afternoon, when I started the application, and I didn’t finish it until roughly 9:30p.m. Hence my smoking more, I guess. Dammit. I mean, my disability began back in the early 90’s and trying to remember back 30 years for specific dates and shit, medications and treatments… bah! My freaking stroke in 2018 killed a lot of those memories when it damaged my brain.
Tomorrow, Daughter Mine is calling the Social Security office for me, to make sure they understand I’m only asking for the medical help and not financial. Hopefully that’ll speed things up so they mail the Medicaid card out to me, and I can contact the idiots that handle my healthcare finances to formally sign up or whatever the hell they expect me to do, to keep my ass covered.
And now Joplin is jumping from my bed to race to the door, stirring horn dog Cooper up… *sighs* I have a (non) stroke headache now, so I am so outtie….