Hello, hello! How’s everyone doing this lovely Wednesday? Things here are slow. But first and foremost, Happy Pride! Stay safe and take care of each other. Anyway, I have a little news on the wheelchair front. If you want to catch up on the Wheelchair Saga, part 1 is here, 2 is here, 3 is here, and 4 is here. There’s not much news, so this will be short!
We were just entering the wait and see period at the end of part 4. On May 21st, I got the official letter from Universal Med Supply saying they had gathered and submitted everything to my insurance and that it should take 12 to 15 business days before we get a yes or no. That same day, I got a call from someone at Universal wanting to ask me a few questions to expedite the whole process. Of course they called before I was even out of bed, which I keep telling them I won’t answer before 2pm at the earliest. Usually 3pm. So, I called them back. The oh so important questions? They needed me to confirm my address. Again. For the ten thousandth time since I’ve been dealing with them and 50th time during this process alone. Anyway…
Surprisingly, it only took about 5 business days to get approval. Mohamed called me this previous Friday to let me know. He called early, but actually left an extension so I could call him back directly instead of playing phone tag. We went over everything that will be out of pocket and Dad paid for that stuff. Then, we went over everything else one more time. And he placed the order with Quickie on the 1st. The time frame guestimate for building the chair and getting it in is two to three weeks, so it’s still a waiting game on my end. Universal is supposed to call and schedule a delivery/set the chair up appointment when they get it. More after that happens!
Hello, hello! How’s everyone doing this wonderful Wednesday? Things here are usual. I wasn’t really planning on doing an update this week, but I’m running super late and have nothing to ramble about, so I thought a quick rant wouldn’t hurt. There’s actually A LOT I’d like to rant about, but I’ll try to keep it short. If you want to catch up on the Wheelchair Saga, part 1 is here, 2 is here, and 3 is here. We ended our journey last time waiting for an appointment with an ATP.
Dad and I thought we knew the ATP, which we did, but it was the wrong dude. The one we thought it was knew his stuff and if he didn’t, he knew how to find out. Sadly, it wasn’t him. It was the sales dude turned ATP from last time. In the 8 years since we last saw him, I will say he’s still more of a salesman than an ATP. Dude barely breathes lest someone else get a word in edgewise. He was completely unprepared for our meeting. Personally, if I were going to a meeting about a chair that I knew nothing about, I would’ve at the very least taken a few minutes to familiarize myself with the order forms in those two weeks before the appointment. Actually, I probably would’ve done stupid amounts of research and made a nuisance of myself to the Quickie sales people until they put me in touch with a tech I could at least video call during the appointment to help me and the client. But I’m super anal, so I don’t expect people to do what I would’ve done. I do expect a basic effort though. Dude just decided to wing it.
At some point, he asked why I was getting a new chair. When I told him it was because something was draining my batteries, he proceeded to mansplain how to charge batteries like five different times. Not just to me. To Dad. Like Dad hasn’t spent the majority of his life maintaining batteries for me and his tools and everything else that uses them. Grrrr. It didn’t help that he didn’t really know much about how chargers work.
But yeah. He’s now on vacation for a week. So, I’ve been emailing with the Mohamed dude about corrections and last minute changes. I got most of what I need supposedly except a flat back, so I’m at the point where I’m tired and don’t really care anymore. I’ll figure it out when everything gets here. Once everything is settled about what’s possible and what needs changes, they will submit everything to Medicare/Medicaid for authorization. That means more waiting. I’ll update when I know things!
Hello, hello! How’s everyone doing this lovely Wednesday? Things here are busy, yet slow. It’s weird. Anyway, I promised you an update on the Wheelchair Saga, so updated you shall be. If you want to catch up on the whole thing, you can find part 1 here and part 2 here. Yeah, it’s still going. We haven’t even gotten to the fun part (picking colors and going over everything I need). Last time, I had just had my “Mobility Evaluation” and we were waiting on next steps. Let’s go from there.
First, I waited for emails that never came. When I finally got frustrated, I sent an email to the sales eligibility address asking what was going on. Sales dude no longer worked for the company. I found out on April 28th. Today, I found out he was actually the lead dude of his department and was well liked and pretty much the most knowledgeable dude there, but he resigned for unknown reasons. I completely don’t blame him, but I wish someone would’ve let me know. Anyway, now I’m in touch with someone called Kajal who is nice and gets things to whoever can answer my questions if he can’t. So far, anyway. There’s still a long way to go in the process.
While I was waiting for emails that never came, Universal Med Supply did get me scheduled for a PT assessment. Yet another instance of proving I’m cripple enough. It was a video visit, so at least I didn’t have to be touched or anything. That was on April 22nd. The dude was nice enough, but I guess he didn’t read the pre-check-in paperwork because he had no fucking clue I have one of the Muscular Dystrophies even though I mentioned it on every single page. I was talking to him for 20 minutes under the assumption he knew my diagnosis when he finally asked what had brought all my symptoms about. Me: “… I have Muscular Dystrophy.” Him: “Well, that explains everything.” No duh, my dude. Read your paperwork next time. It’s like doctors and everyone else think we fill out that paperwork for fun or something. Ugh.
Once that was done, apparently Universal sent even more paperwork to my PCP for signatures and supporting documentation to really reinforce the fact that I’m cripple. She bitched about it at our appointment (check-up, not chair related). Dad kind of thinks she was upset about it, but I think I’m just her first severely cripple patient and she had no idea we go through so much just to prove we’re cripple. It flabbergasts people, even doctors, the shit we have to go through because of insurance and the state just to get basic needs met. It’s a lot.
Anyway, Universal said the last step before everything can be submitted for approval is for an Assistive Technology Professional (ATP) to come out. Originally they said it was to make sure the house was wheelchair friendly, which is stupid. I’ve been here all my life. Of course Dad made it accessible. They called on April 29th to set up the visit for May 1st. I told them I needed an afternoon appointment, preferably after 3pm. They were supposed to call me back to confirm. Nada. I called them on the 30th. No one knew what was going on, so they were supposed to call me back by the end of the day. Still nothing. On the 1st, after I figured no one was coming, I sent an email to Kajal that laid out my availability for this week. Nothing. On the 5th, I sent a tersely worded “what’s going on?” He emailed me to ask if this Friday would work. Nope. I already have an appointment that day which is why it wasn’t an option on my list of availabilities. Eye twitch.
As you can probably guess, I’m super annoyed by now. Finally, some dude named Mohamed calls me. He’s rambling about how they need to send two ATPs because I have some seating thing called PinDot. It takes me a couple of tries to stop his monologue long enough to tell him I don’t have that. They tried to coerce me into getting it with my last chair despite me telling everyone that I despise molded seats and they don’t work for me. Ultimately, I tried to do the fitting, but stopped there once the guy doing the fitting finally realized it wasn’t going to work for me. Just listen to me in the first place, please. So, I finally got it through to Mohamed that I don’t have that, I just have a Roho Quattro bottom seat and standard flat back. Apparently, that made everything easier. They’re supposed to send out an ATP on Friday the 15th after 2pm. It’s someone we’ve worked with before who knows his stuff, so that makes me feel much better. He’s supposed to fill out the order forms and go over everything I need and want. Also, Mohamed confirmed all by himself that they’re ordering a Quickie Q700 M and sent me the order forms so I can go through them beforehand (I’ve been researching this chair for months, so I have them, but I appreciate the confirmation that he’s looking at the correct chair).
In summary: there were some annoyances, but not as many as I was expecting. It’s not over, though. They have most of what they need to prove I’m cripple enough besides what the ATP needs. Other than some lapses in communication, things are going suspiciously smooth. After the ATP, there will be a waiting game. Waiting for insurance approval. Waiting for the chair to be built. Waiting for any adjustments to make it possible for me to use the chair. Then, the period where my body adjusts to everything. But right now, I just need to get through the ATP appointment on the 15th. More later!
Howdy, howdy! How’s everyone doing this wonderful Wednesday? Things here are happening. Dad’s been trying to get a generator installed and everything is happening all at once with that this week. I also had my “Mobility Evaluation” with my PCP yesterday (April 14th). So, I thought I would give you all a quick update on the Wheelchair Saga (part 1 is here). Don’t worry. The post will be almost as quick as my appointment!
According to my previous post, we left off after my phone interview with Universal Med Supply. After that, I received like ten reminders to go to my doctor’s appointment. As if I’m the unreliable one in this situation. Although, I will admit that Universal surprisingly did what they said they were supposed to do. They sent the doctor the paperwork and even got in touch with the office to explain exactly what is needed. Before the actual appointment. Color me impressed. Not that I would’ve known any of this if I was relying on them to keep me updated. Luckily, my doctor’s office has been fabulous about letting me know when they receive things and generally keeping me updated on their end, so I didn’t bother the sales dude at Universal too much. I did send him one email over the two week wait to let him know my doctor had confirmed she’d gotten the paperwork for my appointment. But not my usual amount of pestering people for updates.
The appointment itself was super short. We got in early and were out within 30 minutes (total). Everything the doctor needs was stuff she could pull from my chart. Granted, I’ve only been seeing her a year and a half or so, but she took over the practice from my previous doctor. The doctor who delivered me. So, new doctor has 40 years worth of charts on me if she needs them. Mostly, Universal insisted she get a height and weight for me, both of which are in my charts. Apparently she asked if she could just use my last visit info so I wouldn’t have to come in (I saw her for a 3 month check up in February and go back for another in May), but that wasn’t acceptable. And what do you think the paperwork was all about? That’s right. It’s to prove that I’m cripple enough that I deserve a wheelchair (the only means of existing outside of a bed for me), but not so cripple that I should just be put of my (read: everyone else’s) misery. The doctor seemed surprised by this, but it’s the same thing I have to prove every single time I need something. It doesn’t matter what I need. I have to prove I’m cripple enough. Even though my diagnosis is one of the “never getting better” ones. It’s like insurance makes things as difficult as possible in the hopes that you to get tired of fighting and just fade away. Oh wait. They do. But anyway, the appointment went well.
I have an email out to the sales dude asking what the next step is, whether they have behind the scenes stuff to do, what I have to do, etc. It was after 6:30pm when I sent it, though, so maybe I’ll hear back tomorrow (today?). Wednesday, as I sent it on Tuesday. We’ll see. I’ll do another update when I know what’s going on.
Howdy, howdy! How’s everyone doing this wonderful Wednesday? Things here are fine. No real updates on the wheelchair saga other than paperwork is being sent back and forth between the company (Universal Med Supply) and my doctor’s office. I probably won’t have an update until next week (if I get home from the doctor and finish eating early enough to do a proper post) or the following week. But at least things seem to be happening on that front. Beyond that, it’s TACO Tuesday, so at least we have a couple of more weeks before Trump threatens to destroy an entire civilization again. Maybe. Who knows what the Cheeto in Chief will rant about next. Anyway, I don’t really have anything to talk about, so I thought I would share a few things I wouldn’t mind doing if I get this new wheelchair (it’s all ifs until it’s delivered and I’m sitting in it). But I like hermit life, so I probably won’t do any of them.
1. Go to the Oar House or Half Shells. Either one works for me, but building up the motivation to want to go that far from home in either direction is hard. Maybe a fancy new wheelchair will make me want to leave the house. Show it off. I doubt it, but maybe.
2. Make Dad walk up and down the street with me a couple of times a week. We actually stopped doing this because roaming dogs were becoming an increasing problem around here for a while. Maybe we’ll find somewhere else to walk, but if it requires getting in the van, we definitely won’t do it. But at least I think about it.
3. Depending on when the chair arrives and is finalized, maybe go to SMU’s Celebration of Lights (or do something holiday-y) or Scarborough Faire or something. I don’t know. Covid gave us such a good excuse to stop doing shit. I feel like we need to get back out there, but people exist out there, which isn’t a great draw. We’ll see.
See? I think about doing stuff. I wouldn’t mind doing stuff. I mostly just hate the drive to and from said stuff. And the people. But the stuff is great.
Hello, hello! How’s everyone doing this lovely first day of April? Things here are okay, I guess. We aren’t doing April Fool’s because this year has been enough of a joke. Anyway, I recently mentioned that I was going to try to get a new chair soon. My current chair is starting to throw random hissy fits and being a general drama queen. She’s almost 8 years old and I’m not exactly the easiest person to live with, so it’s time for a new one. I’ve just been putting it off. I tried to find a new supplier, but ended up just asking the one who got me my current chair. I had reasons for not wanting to work with them again (mainly because they try to foist Invacare chairs off on people, namely me), but the other companies I reached out to either didn’t answer emails or were beyond useless, so I just stuck with the company that I know. I just have to be firm about what I need and want. So, here’s how it’s going so far…
On March 26th (we’ll call that day 1 of the process), I emailed Universal Med Supply (the company that got me my current chair). My Quickie S636 is no longer in production, so I did research and ended up deciding I want a Quickie Q700 M with basically what I have on my current chair. There are a couple of things I couldn’t find online (the back cushion I currently have and the light up wheelie bar casters, for example), so they might not be available anymore, but most of it seems doable. Medicare/Medicaid is supposed to cover Quickies. Anyway, I explained what I wanted in my email and asked if they could do it. The service department forwarded my email to the sales department. I guess they didn’t realize I was CCed because they hemmed and hawed and ended the email by saying if they couldn’t get the chair, they would just tell the patient (me) that they only had Jazzy chairs. I wrote back that I know my chair isn’t made anymore and that the one I want is a new model and don’t try to foist a Jazzy off on me. Again, this is the company that tried to pawn off an Invacare chair they had in stock on me last time. After I called them out, I got an email, text, and phone call from a sales dude who thinks they can get the chair. He did apologize and informed me they don’t even have Jazzy chairs, then he mentioned another chair I’ve never heard of that they have in stock as a back up. In no uncertain terms, I politely told him I want a Quickie and nothing else. He believes they can do it.
The first step in the process was to schedule a “Mobility Evaluation” with my PCP (primary care physician). Sales dude said to schedule it for two weeks out because Universal is supposed to use that time to interview me, get the paperwork together that the doctor will need, then get in touch with the doctor to go over everything. I made my appointment on Monday for a couple of weeks from now. Universal called me yesterday (the 31st) to ask a bunch of questions they should already have the answers to. The woman who did the interview did explain that she had to go over everything because it’s been 8 years since I got a chair, so Medicare/Medicaid requires updated information even though I’m never going to get any better. She then proceeded to text me a picture of an Invacare chair to make sure it was what I wanted. I told her I want the Quickie Q700 M and texted her a link to the Sunrise Medical page. Explained that was what I want with tilt and recline. She said okay.
I emailed sales dude right after the interview to find out what my next steps are and make sure they’re going to get in touch with the doctor and why that lady had an Invacare chair listed instead of the Quickie. He didn’t know why she had the wrong chair, but assured me that he has told everyone what I want and that the “field operations” team definitely knows. Supposedly, they’ll be getting in touch soon for some reason. It’s unclear to me why at the moment. But for now, I just have to wait until the doctor appointment. That means I’ll probably pester sales guy next week to make sure they got in touch with the doctor. But mostly, I’ll be spending the next few days making a list of everything I want and need, plus any questions we have, so I don’t forget anything when they come out to prepare to actually order the chair.
Initial summary of the process thus far: this is the main part where I have to prove I’m cripple enough. I have to do this so very often that it is tedious and annoying. Also, throughout the entire process, I will have to metaphorically stand my ground about wanting a Quickie and not let them try to give me something I don’t want. Yes, I’m a Quckie girl. Yes, it’s basically like Ford vs. Chevy. But also, Quickie is still the only legit brand I found that offers motors that go 8 mph. Sure, you can get something that looks like a manual chair strapped to a riding lawn mower base that says it goes 12 mph. I mean, I’m Texan, but I’m not that particular brand of Texan. A legit company covered by insurance and 8 mph motor upgrades (probably not covered, but I’ll try) is good enough for me!
Howdy, howdy! How’s everyone doing this wonderful Wednesday? Things here are fine, I guess. Eye twitch inducing. But fine. So far. I don’t have much to ramble happily about. The stuff I have to rant about isn’t really worth a full post each. So, here’s a short list of things I currently scream into the void about. The scream is internal and the void is just that dark space in my soul where I shove all the bad/annoying stuff. Yes, my soul has pockets! Anyway, to the mini rants.
1. -Gestures at the world, but mostly this country- You get it, right? I mean, the administration is literally starting a war just to distract from the fact that the orange dude is a pedo. The government is shut down because the right wants to fund the gestapo wannabes and rig the midterms because they know people are tiring of them. And just the general horribleness of people (coughMAGAtscoughcough). Yeah. You get it.
2. The batteries in my chair are dying. Again. They were just replaced July 1st. And, of course the company who handles the chair is giving me a hard time about replacing them because the warranty is only 6 months and Medicare/Medicaid usually only covers one set a year, so they wanted me to pay out of pocket without even trying to get the batteries through insurance. Just fucking try. That’s all I ask.
3. My chair is old and discontinued and needs to be replaced. The company mentioned above is trying to pressure me with scare tactics about not being able to maintain it. Blah blah blah. Yes, I’m aware I need a new one. I hate the entire process of having to prove I’m “cripple enough” and spending months arguing about what I need or want and then having to adapt to a new chair, especially when it isn’t the same model as the one I’ve used for 15+ years. They’re never comfortable enough and more often than not, I lose something. I lost my ability to game switching chairs. Okay, it was my ability to sit forward on my own that cost me my gaming, but it happened during a chair switch. I lost most of my ability to type switching chairs. Most of the time, it’s just little things that no one else notices like not being able to hold a fork the way I used to (something I can adapt to even though it’s not as easy as it used to be), but sometimes the losses are big. And it’s scary. That’s why I avoid changing chairs until I have no choice. So, when that process starts, prepare to listen to me bitch about it.
There’s more, but it’s making me angry just thinking about everything, so I’m going to stop now. What’s bothering you? What are you screaming into the void about? Feel free to share here or on my social media pages! I’ll be back next week with our regularly scheduled book review.
Howdy, howdy! How’s everyone doing this lovely Wednesday? Things here are about normal. We have reservations at Texas de Brazil for Thanksgiving this year. Dad hasn’t felt like cooking lately and no one ever invites us anywhere, so we made our own plans. Do you have plans for Turkey Day? Anyway, I don’t have much to ramble about lately, but while making the reservations, I started thinking about the Dallas location and how it was “accessible.” I usually try to stick with stories about cripple privilege and the good things that come with being disabled, but I see a lot of people talk about their experiences with accessibility that really isn’t accessible. Things that don’t really bother me, but apparently make other people uncomfortable. I don’t want people who read my blog to think I’ve never run into these issues, because I have. So, here are a few examples of accessibility that isn’t really accessible that I’ve encountered in daily life.
When they say “It was accessible…”
1. At Texas de Brazil in Dallas, their accessible entrance was a ramp in the back by the dumpsters that led to a hallway by the kitchen which led up front. We haven’t been to this location in years, so I don’t know if they’ve renovated or something. Anyway, I never thought much about it, but apparently entrances like this make people feel like they’re something to be ashamed of, trash smuggled in through a back door. I can see where they’re coming from. I never really cared as long as the service was good and the staff didn’t get annoyed. But the real reason this kind of entrance isn’t actually accessible is because someone has to go to the front entrance to let them know I needed to use the ramp. There are disabled people who go out alone. If they can’t get in the front entrance to let someone know they need the ramp at the back entrance, it’s not really accessible, is it? I’m always with someone, so it’s not a big deal for me, but it’s still weird. Anyway, there are other locations that are far more accessible, but we actually stopped going to the Dallas location because our van bottomed out getting in and out of the parking lot.
2. The Mansion at Turtle Creek’s accessibility was kind of wild. It’s been just about 10 years since we went. My 30th birthday. So I really hope they’ve renovated, but I doubt it. Anyway, we get there and the initial entrance is perfect. No steps. Nice people to get the door. Inside, there are two or three steps up to the dining area. No built in ramp. They bring over these two little ramps that fit the steps perfectly that they can line up with my wheels. Okay, cool. But it’s so steep that Dad and one of the waiters has to assist me just so I don’t flip over. Technically accessible I guess, but it’s actually pretty dangerous for me and whoever has to assist me. Plus, it was kind of embarrassing to require so much of a todo just to get up a couple of steps. Overall, it got the job done, but it wasn’t really all that accessible.
3. This is really the only one that ever pissed me off. SMU. The accessibility at that school is so hit or miss. In some of the older buildings, they have elevators that barely fit a skinny person standing up. Yes, I graduated forever ago, but those elevators still exist. Still. I’ve asked. The accessibility answer was to move my classes to other buildings. The excuse for not installing larger elevators? They can’t afford it. Meanwhile, all the sports crap was constantly being upgraded. There was also a running joke when I was there that SMU didn’t care about anything needing repairs/upgrades as long as all the fountains worked. Other accessibility features that weren’t accessible were the door openers. Even on the new buildings, they were either too high, set off to the side where they weren’t even reachable, or they were tiny little things you had to stick your finger in a hole to get to. There were only like 3 that I could actually use myself. It was so annoying.
But yeah. Accessible things that aren’t actually accessible are an ever-present issue. I just try to ignore them as much as I can. I’m lucky I don’t go out by myself or it would be a much bigger problem. What kind of accessibility issues have you encountered where accessible wasn’t actually accessible? Feel free to share your thoughts or questions here or on my social media pages!
Hello, hello! How’s everyone doing this lovely Wednesday? Things here were annoying this past week. The good: Dad’s colonoscopy was fine and we got food afterwards. In case you don’t know, you do NOT have to be sedated to get one, so don’t let that stop you. You have to be adamant about it and remind them every time they call and day of, but yeah. It’s fine. The bad: on Friday, I got a letter saying my Medicaid was rejected because I didn’t turn in my renewal paperwork. That was a blatant lie. I turned it in 5 days after I got the initial letter saying that I needed to do it. I later found out some stuff was missing, but all they said I needed to turn in was the signature page. I did that on the same day I got the letter telling me stuff was missing. Ugh. Anyway. I have nothing to blog about, so here are the details of the Medicaid clusterfuck if you’re interested.
October 17th: Got a letter canceling my Medicaid because they didn’t receive my renewal paperwork. Uh, what? That is completely untrue. Here’s the original timeline: July 12th: Received an email saying I have a letter in my YourTexasBenefits account. The letter informs me it’s time to renew my benefits and I have 30 days to do it. July 17th: I submit the paperwork via my CLASS case manager who faxes it in. August 4th: I haven’t heard anything, so I call to make sure my paperwork was received. I’m assured it was and told it could take 30 to 90 days for a response. August 29th: Received a letter via snail mail saying that my paperwork wasn’t received and I had 5 days to submit any missing items. Called the same day (recorded every call from here on) and was told they just needed the signature page. Sent the page that day. September 2nd: It was a holiday weekend, so this was the earliest I could call to confirm they received it. They did. September 11th: Got an email saying that my paperwork wasn’t received. Called and was told everything was received and under review. All I could do was wait. October 17th. Denied. Called and was initially told that my paperwork was not processed. After she spoke to her supervisor, I was suddenly at fault for not sending the signature page in within 5 days of the letter even though I sent it the day I received the letter. October 20th: My CLASS caseworker came over and we called together. Got swapped around to three different people. One had to dig around to find my paperwork, the second swore it hadn’t been submitted in a timely manner until she actually looked at the dates, and the third one took one look and said I submitted everything when I was supposed to, so she reopened my case and input all my stuff, only asking me to verify that I only have one bank account. She approved it and said there shouldn’t be any gaps in my coverage. October 21st: Received a letter via my YourTexasBenefits account with the approval letter.
I really don’t know why they have to make everything so difficult. Why can’t they assign a case worker to be on your renewal or application or whatever from the beginning of the process to the end? It doesn’t have to be the same person every year, but it would be so much easier than cold calling 2-1-1 and hoping you get in touch with someone who knows what they’re doing. It would also be better for them because they wouldn’t have to research every call they get and hope everyone else took notes. The way they handle Medicaid in Texas doesn’t make sense to me. But I’m good for another year (maybe, who knows with all the cuts the Nazis… oops, I meant Republicans… are trying to push through), so I’m going to stop thinking about it now.
Hello, hello! How’s everyone doing this lovely Wednesday? Things here are usual. Medicaid has decided it’s that time of year to prove I’m still worthy. Poor. Cripple. Whatever. So, I spent most of the day filling out a 20 page form. None of the answers has changed except how much Social Security I get, but I still had to trudge through the entire form anyway. Now, I just need to take a picture of my ID and get copies of my bank statements from April through July. Easy enough, right? But no. My bank just overhauled their system and even though everything was supposed to be up and running on Monday, they don’t have online access to any statements but June. Ugh. If that’s not up today, I’ll have to call them and convince them to email the statements to me. Once I get those, I’ll send everything to my CLASS case manager and she’ll fax it to Medicaid on my behalf so they’ll realize I’m on that particular program and hopefully not argue with my eligibility. If they had told me a week ago (before my bank decided to “improve” things and I could have just downloaded the statements) or waited until October, which is when I usually have to renew, I probably wouldn’t be complaining. I just hate having to call people. And I hate redundant forms. I just hate the whole process of being reminded I’m a poor cripple leeching off of society. Anyway, it’s late and I don’t feel like coming up with something nice to ramble about. Here’s a pretty picture by Yuumei instead of a real post.
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