All About The Paper!
I am beginning to hate going to the mail box. Not because I hate getting mail I just hate the mail that involves mountains and mountains of paperwork attached to it. Lately, I have been doing paperwork for my mom, lots of it. I have been trying to figure out why the insurance she has is not covering her medications. I have made a dozen calls and filled out more forms then I can count. All the forms want your whole life story it seems. I have made more copies of every piece of paper that contains any information about my mom. I think by now they have her whole life story almost. It sure feels like that. I have made copies of driver's licenses, sent off for birth certificates, death certificates, marriage certificates, bank statements, social security cards, etc..the only thing I haven't gotten is a birth announcement from the paper back in the 30's.
After I get all this information I am then supposed to almost collate it and then send it back to different departments and people, the same information to a million people. Ok, not a million really, but it sure feels that way. So, when I heard the mail being put in the mailbox today I cringed. I was hoping that it wasn't another bill, medical bill, or another anything that involved filling out a form.
As I made the trip up and down the 17 or so stairs to the mail box holding six letters, a sales paper and a catalog in my hands I sat down before I sorted through it all and handed the catalog to my mom. She likes looking at them and all the spring and summer clothes. In the pile was of course more bills and another form, this time a customer satisfaction form from the hospital. It seems that they need to know if the visit was of satisfactory and they wanted a donation for their "doctors day" celebration. That I will get around to, the form another day. Today I am just going to open and try to pay what we can on bills and later take my mom out for a walk to the corner and back. She loves her little walks, not the stairs, but the walks and so do I.
Tomorrow I am sure that more forms will fill up the tiny mailbox at the bottom of the steps but until then I am going to enjoy the sunlight at the bottom of the steps and more with my mom.
After I get all this information I am then supposed to almost collate it and then send it back to different departments and people, the same information to a million people. Ok, not a million really, but it sure feels that way. So, when I heard the mail being put in the mailbox today I cringed. I was hoping that it wasn't another bill, medical bill, or another anything that involved filling out a form.
As I made the trip up and down the 17 or so stairs to the mail box holding six letters, a sales paper and a catalog in my hands I sat down before I sorted through it all and handed the catalog to my mom. She likes looking at them and all the spring and summer clothes. In the pile was of course more bills and another form, this time a customer satisfaction form from the hospital. It seems that they need to know if the visit was of satisfactory and they wanted a donation for their "doctors day" celebration. That I will get around to, the form another day. Today I am just going to open and try to pay what we can on bills and later take my mom out for a walk to the corner and back. She loves her little walks, not the stairs, but the walks and so do I.
Tomorrow I am sure that more forms will fill up the tiny mailbox at the bottom of the steps but until then I am going to enjoy the sunlight at the bottom of the steps and more with my mom.
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