Sunday, September 23, 2018

Still Denying...

... payment for chemotherapy.  Blue Cross Blue Shield sent me a 2 page document that had a single question on each page.  Do I receive Medicare?  No.  Signed and dated and sent back immediately.  Got a call Friday.  Still denying payment for chemo.

Everybody and his brother has my birthdate. Except, apparently, my health insurance. 

Maybe if you have other options than BCBS you should consider changing your health insurance.

Monday, September 17, 2018

R. e. The Nomination

"As we know, he has refused to release his tax returns. If a person coming before this body wanted to be a Cabinet officer, he couldn't be if he had the same refusal Mitt Romney does about tax returns. So the word is out that he has not paid any taxes for 10 years. Let him prove he has paid taxes, because he has not."  Harry Reid on the floor of the Senate in 2012 just prior to the election.

 and

"I was told by an extremely credible source that Romney has not paid taxes for 10 years."  Harry Reid in a statement released the same day.

After the election, when asked if he regretted making untrue statements about Romney and taxes:

"He didn't win, did he?"

That's all you need to know about Democrats r.e. the Kavanaugh nomination.

And they aren't even able to recognize the irony of threatening Sen. Collins' female staffer with rape if Collins votes for Kavanaugh at the same time they are using a claim of sexual assault in order to block Kavanaugh.

Sunday, September 16, 2018

To The Fool In the Potomac Today

I heard your cries for help across the river.  I jumped off the towpath and headed down the bank so I could look for a landmark I could use to guide rescue to you when I dialed 911.  The banks of the river are covered with a slick sticky goo because of flooding.  Halfway down my feet flew out from under me and I fell hard.  My back wrenched and my head slammed hard.  But I still scrambled and slid down because I could still hear you yelling "Help!  Help me!"  Only to finally see you and your buddies at a dock across the way.

That's not funny.  Not funny at all.

I'm having trouble getting around right now - I've pulled a muscle in my lower back.  And I got mud on my favorite hat.  The hat REALLY cheeses me off.

Friday, September 14, 2018

Sometimes People Should Be Punched in the Face...

...just as a penalty for being stupid.

OK, I shouldn't say that I guess.  It being all un-Christian and all.  But I am wading through the aformentioned PA Attorney's report and sometimes all I can think is "ARE YOU STUPID?!!!" and "YOU OUTTA GO TO JAIL JUST FOR STUPID!!!"

One that really chaps me is where you see copies of letters and notes that include references to knowing how violent one particular priest could be.  AND YOU LEFT HIM IN MINISTRY ARE YOU STUPID?!  Comments about other priests being afraid to work with him because he could be violent.  AND YOU LEFT HIM IN MINISTRY ARE YOU STUPID?!   Robot was running around waving his arms and yelling "Danger! Danger! Danger, Will Robinson!" even before sex abuse allegations AND YOU LEFT HIM IN MINISTRY ARE YOU STUPID?!

You'd think that a pricey psychiatrist/psychologist would recognize a sociopath. But apparently not.  You'd think about the umpteenth time someone got SENT to a psychiatrist/psychologist that the boss would figure out he was permanently broken. But apparently not. 

There are about 5,100 bishops in the world, and more than 414,000 priests.  Because some of them have been corrupt, or incompetent, or just plain stupid, they are ALL going to be condemned in the eyes of many.   And that's just one of the many tragedies that have been caused by the corruption, the incompetence, the stupidity of a few.




Monday, September 10, 2018

Here Comes Florence

My go-to meteorologist, Joe Bastardi, says Hurricane Florence is going to be Very Bad.  Like, Hurricanes Hugo or Hazel Bad.  And that, folks, is Bad.  Despite going through several hurricanes after my folks retired to NC, Mom still talked about how bad 1954's Hazel was in central WV to the end of her days.  And I'm familiar with Hugo because of my never-ending love affair with Charleston, SC.  They were still recovering when I first started going down there and reading Lunatic Wind convinced me to never, ever play with a hurricane.

Bastardi, who avoids hype and prefers just the facts, ma'm, does a good job of explaining how and why they've been expecting September to fire up and how Florence is pretty well doing exactly what they predicted days ago here  My sister, who lives east of Raleigh, is supposed to leave for a conference in Orlando Wednesday night.  I hope they still go - there's not a thing she will be able to do about her house and her dogs will be sheltered further inland.  The trouble with where she lives is not just that hurricanes don't always get knocked down below hurricane strength by the time they get there but that they spawn tornadoes across that flat, East Carolina land.

Here in the Eastern Panhandle we are looking at a whole bunch of inches, possibly FEET, of rain on top of days of  rain that hit us out of the west and has just sat.  Southern WV hasn't recovered from the flooding of a couple years ago.  And West Virginia is second only to CA in landslides.  Oh goody.

We won't have to worry as much, of course, about hurricane-force winds here.  But everybody is talking about what catagory Florence will make landfall as.  Finally saw an easy-reference wind-scale chart that I completely understand.





Saturday, September 8, 2018

Guardedly Optimistic

Second round of chemo was Tuesday.  Thursday and Friday (I seem to get a day's grace period before it kicks in) I was extremely weak, but the stomach problems backed off before they could really fire up, and I haven't felt sick.  Today my legs were weak but I was able to get out and putter about.  I walk like Granny Clampett sometimes and I can't trust my legs - yesterday they just ceased to be useful and dropped me to the ground at one point - but even that is better tonight.  By this time the last cycle I was just down and miserable.

I even still have an appetite.  Everything tastes like that nasty salt substitute they tried to get people to switch to, but I'm still getting hungry.  Last time the appetite left for a 2 week vacation.

I've read that some people's bodies can adjust to chemo rather than it being an accumulative misery.  I'm trying not to get my hopes up, but today was a very good day for this point in the let's-poison-you-every-3-weeks cycle.

Saturday, September 1, 2018

Huh?

So my insurance, Blue Cross Blue Shield, denied payment for my chemo.  Instead they sent me a document asking if I have Medicare.  Um, they're my health insurance.  They have my birth date.  They know as well as I do that I'm not eligible for Medicare.  Or maybe they can't do basic math.