I've spent the last few days sorting though the ball box to see what needs to be done to get back in the game of feeding myself.
Sadly, we are back at square one. Angie, whose company installs the Mobile Arm Support With Elevation Assist, will request a letter of medical necessity from the post-polio rehabilitation specialist. When he gets it to her she will forward it to Medicare for denial. This was supposed to have happened 4 months ago.
I'm not sure the fellow knows who I am. So I'm thinking of sending a note and attaching my picture. Today I scrabbled through my jotted notes and phone numbers and made up a large print page for the computer. My handwriting is as bad as my eyesight so now it will be easier to follow-up (nag) people.
My neighbor Archie who mows my lawn is going to have knee surgery in July and be laid up until October. People who have mowed for me in the past charge a flat rate for the mow plus whatever they choose to add on to the bill for the price of gasoline. I have a perfectly good Toro mower that is battery powered. They won't use it. Too quiet?
Could be depressing but fortunately the sun is shining and happy little burbles of pleasure keep erupting from my brain.