Zowie! I’m in!!
WordPress has been blocking me from signing into the Funny About Money website. Just did something — dunno what — that suddenly let me into the site.
Since I may not be able to get back, here’s an update, of sorts…
Things keep getting ridiculouser and ridiculouser.
For myself: I’m slowly sinking into the Family Disease, which happens to be diabetes. Things go from bad to worse there: the Mayo Clinic has called the state and taken away my driving privileges, meaning I can’t even so much as drive to the grocery store.
Seriously: to buy food at the local market, I have to hike blocks through 100-degree heat! So much for “do no harm,”right?
Wouldn’t Hippocrates love it…
Meanwhile, my son has also fallen ill. Deeply worried about him…but what I can do about it, especially in my present condition, I can’t imagine.
And mean-meanwhile, it looks like there’s a good chance I may soon be dragged to an old-folk’s holding pen, very much against my will. Did you know they can force you into an old-folkerie? Even if you’re willing to hire someone to come to your home and care for you, apparently.
I need a lawyer. Mine dropped dead in his office.
No kidding. Apparently he was just standing there when he had a stroke and literally fell on the floor dead.
So now I have no one to help me through the biggest set of fiascos I’ve ever been through in my life.
No one answers the phone at his office. Apparently where he had established himself was not a partnership but a sole proprietorship. It appears he was just renting space from the other lawyers in that office. So I can’t reach anyone to at least, for godsake, send me my file!
And I have NO IDEA how to deal with that.
He had written a will which, I hope, will protect my son and pass my property along to him. But…where IS that paperwork?
My understanding is that wills and whatnot are filed with the County. But did he do that before he fell over dead? Don’t know, and don’t know how to find out.
When life turns into a fukkin’ nightmare, eh? 😮
As I scribble, it’s the wee hours of a Sunday morning. So I’ll have to wait until Monday to even try to get something done. Oh well: that gives a day in which to figure out how to try to get something done.
And mean-fukkin-while, GET THIS:
Some idiot called the state of Arizona and reported that I am being abused.
No kidding!
The other day two social workers showed up at my front door, saying someone had called the state and told them I was being abused.
HUH?
By a pure miracle, Wonder-Cleaning Lady had been here that day, and so the house was spotlessly clean. I was neatly dressed and combed. So we sat in my clean and neat living room while we had a clean and neat conversation. They went on their way, apparently satisfied that I’m not being beaten and starved.
But of course, that means someone, somewhere is watching.
Yep: Big Brother is watching you…and me!
What kind trouble-maker would call up the state and sic a pair of social workers on me? That just escapes me. But it’s a big worry: will this also create problems for my son?
I simply have no idea. No experience with this kind of thing. And no imagination to picture whatever this trouble-maker might dream up next.
Meanwhile, one thing this unending fiasco has shown is that it was majorly a mistake to establish my medical care at the Mayo Clinic. Not because anything is wrong with the Mayo. But because the Mayo is almost an hour’s drive on the other side of the Valley!!!
They have a hospital that’s a little closer — about half that distance — but it also is a LONG way from my house. I have been enjoined from driving, which means it’s damn near impossible for me to get to a doctor — not without enormous inconvenience and hassle for my son!
{sigh} I guess what this shows is one basic principle: NEVER ESTABLISH YOUR MEDICAL CARE THROUGH A GIANT BUREAUCRACY.
Seriously: I deeply regret having set health-care things up through the Mayo. Just getting an appointment is a hassle. When you try, you get sent to the far side of Scottsdale…quite a trick to get there, when their quack has nullified your driver’s license.
So it goes…from one fiasco to the next fiasco.
It’ll be interesting to see what happens next, eh?