Yo, people of Phoenix Rising - Lend me your ears! Or how about … your eyeballs instead?
Ummm, this will be a sort of rant. But not really. This is a copy of the email I'm sending to my dietitian / nutritionist. Why am I sending this to her? Well, why not? I have to send this to somebody. Not that anything can be done. Because, people are just all f*****d up all over the place all the time.
As an example, check out the following:
Tasks December 20th, 2023
Call Aveanna Medical Supply… again
Note: I left two separate messages with them yesterday, and they failed to call me back, as promised by their automated voice indicator
Call DES again
Note: this is for food stamps. Why do I need food stamps? Because I'm eating food now. A fairly reasonable amount every day (up to 500 calories). However, every time I call the Department of Economic Security, they tell me they're too busy, and the automated voice encourages me to try again some other time, before terminating the call.
Well, I've tried calling every day for the past two weeks, and they're always too busy to take my call. So there's that, too!
Call doctor in regards to prescription, again
Note: I've been trying to get my prescription pain meds for the past six weeks. And now finally, nine days ago, they sent the codeine prescription to Walgreens.
By phone, Walgreens confirmed receipt of the prescription order, then also (days later) advised the prescription is ready for pickup Thar was last Friday.
The person who was once my wife, went to pick up the prescription Friday evening, and the Walgreens pharmacist told her they do not fill that prescription, because it's liquid codeine and it's dangerous, and they've never filled out that prescription before, and apparently they were so very sad that they couldn't help us with the silly never-ending recurring pain issues keep me up at night.
Luckily, I've been borrowing everyone else's pain medications. Expired pain medications, but now at this point I'll ingest just about anything to ease my suffering.
Call Mrs Castro at Social Security, again
Note: they totally f****d up my SSI payment. Well, I suppose I should simply be glad that I'm receiving any money at all. But $30 a month? Really? Of course, that's $30 more than I've received in the past decade, so I really shouldn't complain about anything at all. I mean really, I should be dead many times over at this point. It's only by luck (or negligence, take your pick) that I discovered open-ended limitless sunshine as being my saving grace.
The problem being, I called Social Security and they promised they would call me back (from the local office) and they haven't … and now it's the Christmas holiday (and then it's going to be New Year's) so I'm going to receive another $30 for next month, and the month after that, unless someone fixes this today.
Social Security is still insisting that I live at the nursing home. And so are these other entities. That's despite my officially changing my locale utilizing proper channels and such.
Call case manager Sandra ****** in regards to …. Many Many Things
Note: I left the nursing home back in October, and I have yet to hear from my case manager. They were supposed to give me an adjustable hospital bed, among other things. And there are caregiving concerns, and other related issues that need to be addressed. But hey, whatever, that's the least of my problems right now. I'm living in a f*****g garage and it's quiet and everybody leaves me alone, so I guess I shouldn't complain about the lack of attention I'm receiving (on all fronts, and in several fonts).
So that brings us to the main event. Something that just happened minutes ago and is still festering inside me, as well as flustering me.
Here's my pointless missive to my nutritionist / dietitian - redacted as necessary, to protect the innocent:
Good morning,
Just a little information for you, something you'll find amusing, I'm sure…
My formula order didn't come yesterday, as scheduled. I called Aveanna twice, and they never returned my call. So this morning I called first thing, only to find out that the order was shipping today. Hurry for me, right?
So just on a hunch, I ask them to confirm the delivery address. And they gave the address of the nursing home, my former residence. The place I left back in October.
I explained to the woman that I received my last order here at my new address (**** E. **** Rd.), and asked her why they wouldn't continue sending the address to the place where I now currently reside.
Anyways, they said they could not stop or redirect the order, but she did explain that UPS would pick up the order tomorrow from the nursing home, and then, because of the holiday, wouldn't be able to send it back out until after Christmas (next week).
Yes, this is exactly what's happening right now. And the woman (Leticia) didn't even bother to apologize for … well, it's common courtesy to apologize when your company screws something up, I think. At least, that's how it used to be back in the olden days, before covid-19 struck.
I do have six bottles of formula to last me for the next number of days, so I guess I shouldn't be complaining. Well, besides the fact that I also require formula bags. But whatever.
What I think I'm going to do (post-shipment) is ride my wheelchair down Bell Road, to the nursing home (2.5 mi away), and pick up some formula bags and extra formula to wheel back to my home… well, as much as I can carry on my lap.
Thank Santa Claus my diarrhea has finally stopped!!! Why, because it's going to take most of my day to traverse this distance back and forth, in and out of traffic, etc.
And luckily, the rain is supposed to stop mid-morning, so I guess things will work out after all, right?
Aveanna explained to me that someone would be calling me back from the Recurring Order Department sometime later today (possibly). I do not suspect that's going to help matters much at all, not in this instance, and not right away. I voiced my concerns, but yeah, nothing is likely to get resolved this week.
Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, whatever… at least we know the Kate Farms formula is not going to murder me to death. Small victories. Yes, indeed.
Howard Charles Neal III
What It Is
So yeah, that's what I'm up against today. The problem being, if I take a partial portion of the order with me (from the nursing home, back to my current home), UPS wouldn't pick up the rest of the order because it would no longer be complete. At least, I think that's what’s going to happen. But what are my options, really?
I could ask the wife-person to pick up the order from the nursing home, but it's rather bulky / heavy, and it won't fit in her vehicle - at least not in a single trip. And really, this is not her responsibility or her fault.
Bottom Line
Things will be okay. I'm fine. I've been able to go outside the past three days for an hour at a time. And I'm having fun making music on the laptop. What else can a guy ask for?
H
Ummm, this will be a sort of rant. But not really. This is a copy of the email I'm sending to my dietitian / nutritionist. Why am I sending this to her? Well, why not? I have to send this to somebody. Not that anything can be done. Because, people are just all f*****d up all over the place all the time.
As an example, check out the following:
Tasks December 20th, 2023
Call Aveanna Medical Supply… again
Note: I left two separate messages with them yesterday, and they failed to call me back, as promised by their automated voice indicator
Call DES again
Note: this is for food stamps. Why do I need food stamps? Because I'm eating food now. A fairly reasonable amount every day (up to 500 calories). However, every time I call the Department of Economic Security, they tell me they're too busy, and the automated voice encourages me to try again some other time, before terminating the call.
Well, I've tried calling every day for the past two weeks, and they're always too busy to take my call. So there's that, too!
Call doctor in regards to prescription, again
Note: I've been trying to get my prescription pain meds for the past six weeks. And now finally, nine days ago, they sent the codeine prescription to Walgreens.
By phone, Walgreens confirmed receipt of the prescription order, then also (days later) advised the prescription is ready for pickup Thar was last Friday.
The person who was once my wife, went to pick up the prescription Friday evening, and the Walgreens pharmacist told her they do not fill that prescription, because it's liquid codeine and it's dangerous, and they've never filled out that prescription before, and apparently they were so very sad that they couldn't help us with the silly never-ending recurring pain issues keep me up at night.
Luckily, I've been borrowing everyone else's pain medications. Expired pain medications, but now at this point I'll ingest just about anything to ease my suffering.
Call Mrs Castro at Social Security, again
Note: they totally f****d up my SSI payment. Well, I suppose I should simply be glad that I'm receiving any money at all. But $30 a month? Really? Of course, that's $30 more than I've received in the past decade, so I really shouldn't complain about anything at all. I mean really, I should be dead many times over at this point. It's only by luck (or negligence, take your pick) that I discovered open-ended limitless sunshine as being my saving grace.
The problem being, I called Social Security and they promised they would call me back (from the local office) and they haven't … and now it's the Christmas holiday (and then it's going to be New Year's) so I'm going to receive another $30 for next month, and the month after that, unless someone fixes this today.
Social Security is still insisting that I live at the nursing home. And so are these other entities. That's despite my officially changing my locale utilizing proper channels and such.
Call case manager Sandra ****** in regards to …. Many Many Things
Note: I left the nursing home back in October, and I have yet to hear from my case manager. They were supposed to give me an adjustable hospital bed, among other things. And there are caregiving concerns, and other related issues that need to be addressed. But hey, whatever, that's the least of my problems right now. I'm living in a f*****g garage and it's quiet and everybody leaves me alone, so I guess I shouldn't complain about the lack of attention I'm receiving (on all fronts, and in several fonts).
So that brings us to the main event. Something that just happened minutes ago and is still festering inside me, as well as flustering me.
Here's my pointless missive to my nutritionist / dietitian - redacted as necessary, to protect the innocent:
Good morning,
Just a little information for you, something you'll find amusing, I'm sure…
My formula order didn't come yesterday, as scheduled. I called Aveanna twice, and they never returned my call. So this morning I called first thing, only to find out that the order was shipping today. Hurry for me, right?
So just on a hunch, I ask them to confirm the delivery address. And they gave the address of the nursing home, my former residence. The place I left back in October.
I explained to the woman that I received my last order here at my new address (**** E. **** Rd.), and asked her why they wouldn't continue sending the address to the place where I now currently reside.
Anyways, they said they could not stop or redirect the order, but she did explain that UPS would pick up the order tomorrow from the nursing home, and then, because of the holiday, wouldn't be able to send it back out until after Christmas (next week).
Yes, this is exactly what's happening right now. And the woman (Leticia) didn't even bother to apologize for … well, it's common courtesy to apologize when your company screws something up, I think. At least, that's how it used to be back in the olden days, before covid-19 struck.
I do have six bottles of formula to last me for the next number of days, so I guess I shouldn't be complaining. Well, besides the fact that I also require formula bags. But whatever.
What I think I'm going to do (post-shipment) is ride my wheelchair down Bell Road, to the nursing home (2.5 mi away), and pick up some formula bags and extra formula to wheel back to my home… well, as much as I can carry on my lap.
Thank Santa Claus my diarrhea has finally stopped!!! Why, because it's going to take most of my day to traverse this distance back and forth, in and out of traffic, etc.
And luckily, the rain is supposed to stop mid-morning, so I guess things will work out after all, right?
Aveanna explained to me that someone would be calling me back from the Recurring Order Department sometime later today (possibly). I do not suspect that's going to help matters much at all, not in this instance, and not right away. I voiced my concerns, but yeah, nothing is likely to get resolved this week.
Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, whatever… at least we know the Kate Farms formula is not going to murder me to death. Small victories. Yes, indeed.
Howard Charles Neal III
What It Is
So yeah, that's what I'm up against today. The problem being, if I take a partial portion of the order with me (from the nursing home, back to my current home), UPS wouldn't pick up the rest of the order because it would no longer be complete. At least, I think that's what’s going to happen. But what are my options, really?
I could ask the wife-person to pick up the order from the nursing home, but it's rather bulky / heavy, and it won't fit in her vehicle - at least not in a single trip. And really, this is not her responsibility or her fault.
Bottom Line
Things will be okay. I'm fine. I've been able to go outside the past three days for an hour at a time. And I'm having fun making music on the laptop. What else can a guy ask for?
H
