Ever have a day where all the important parts were compressed into a single hour and the other twenty-three barely registered? Yes, this has been one of those days. The hour was 10-11 a.m.
Ten this morning was the time scheduled for my hearing to appeal cancelation of medical benefits. I had talked on the phone with the woman involved in that process (I'm not sure exactly what her role is; all I recall is that she's the person I was supposed to call before the hearing, and so I called her). She and I agreed yesterday that it seemed like the best thing for me to do today would be to ask the judge for a postponement of the hearing while she and/or my lawyer tried to get some information from the Social Security Administration.
As it turned out, I never did see the judge. The woman met me, grinning, and told me that she'd gotten the call from the folks up in Baltimore and I would be able to get my Medicaid back, retroactive to the first of the month. Woohoo! Okay, those of you who remember all my dealings with social services in January may recall that I'd heard the same thing then. The difference this time is that now I have the promise
in writing, though I still don't plan to make any doctor appointments till I get a nicely typed-up letter in my hot little hands, probably a few days from now. So my big hour of the day involved some
very good news!
The next part of my story requires some background. Pretty deep background, actually, which will look remarkably like a tangent.
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