Apparently, it’s Thursday

Things are a little crazy this week, and I pretty much forgot I needed to write a post. I’m pretty certain I was planning one on why you sometimes need to spend money on yourself, even if it seems like you shouldn’t. I guess that post will come next week.

 

Yesterday we submitted a rather important application, with a $300 application fee. We’ve gotten the email that they’ve received the application and will let us know if we’re accepted probably in the next week or so. (Yes, I’m being vague, at least until we’re accepted in to this process.) Anyway, that has been a big part of my focus.

 

My other focus right now is that we need to get the MIL qualified for Medicaid. It’s possible that she flat out qualifies and we won’t have to do anything, but we don’t know yet. That process is also weighing a lot on my mind. Her 100 days of Medicare covered SNF care will be up in April, and it’s very doubtful she’ll be ready to come home by then.

In addition, we found out today that her insurance company (who is also my employer) is now trying to say that her care is custodial, not skilled, and therefore isn’t covered by Medicare, because she’s making very little progress. The facility is fighting that, and you can bet I will be, too. They’re trying to blame a traumatic brain injury. But the last brain injury she had that I’m aware of happened in 2000, and she recovered from that, and was living on her own up until she went in for knee surgery in October 2011.

Her recent setbacks have all come since mid-January. And considering there were times when she didn’t even know we were in the room, the fact that she’s trying to communicate with us (even if she can’t find the right words) is, in fact, progress.

It’s a frustrating process financially and emotionally.

 

I am very grateful for our roommate J, this week, as he’s made dinner both on Tuesday night and tonight, when we just didn’t have the energy. Having a third person to make the dinner certainly saves us from going out to eat- which trust me, we would have tonight if there weren’t chicken cacciatore in the crock pot.

 

So that’s where things stand. I hope you’ll forgive tonight’s rather rambling post. I hope to be back on target next week.