What a beautiful Saturday morning, well except is a bit CHILLY outside. The sun is trying to glow through my window and I will enjoy what I can get. The plan today is to apply paint to canvas, at least that is the plan. Later today little Rio will join us overnight while her parents enjoy a night celebrating their anniversary. How can you resist that sweet face. Oh sometimes you can when she asserts her independence and angry! But I do love that little girl.
Yesterday I went to Daddy's to check on him. It had been a couple of weeks because I was sick with that tummy trouble and certainly didn't want to give it to him. He looks better I think. I spent most of my time on the phone trying to figure out some of his bills from his last stay in the hospital and skilled nursing care. I asked him to get my sis to deal with it as she's much better dealing with insurance (she's in the business) but oh no she told him to let me do it. Of course, since she doesn't want to do anything to help. Great.
Let's see if I can make this story short. He got a bill for $1300. so he immediately sent in a check. About a month goes by and he receives the bill again so he assumes that it was lost. He doesn't call the bank or check to see if the check cleared, or just WAIT, no he writes another check from this particular checking account which does not have enough money in it. The check bounces and is a $15 penalty. He then receives a REFUND check for $1300. I told him to put it in the bank and let's see what happens. Of course then he receives a bill for $1300. (head banging on the table) I called and they were confused too and said that it was going to have to be reviewed by the head honchos but we also realized that the hospital was only billing Medicare, that he also has a secondary insurance from when Mom worked and he has continued to carry. He should not get a bill AT ALL!
Daddy said he really messed up and was confused by it all. He has a stack of bills on his little table and I HOPE he is paying them all. I'm sure he is but I am concerned. I told him that if he ever wanted to not have to do it anymore that I would take over but for now I think he's good. I see it coming to that conclusion sooner than later. I have to realize that he will be 78 and even though that is really young Daddy sees himself as 90 and just kind of has given up in a way. I see it and it makes me sad. He could be having a great time cause he could have 10-20 years left if he LIVED LIFE! Get out, get social, have fun. I have a friend who is 72 years old and my gosh you would think she is 50. She still wears tight jeans, laughs, drinks champagne, and wears stiletto heels! Embrace life, and do it all! Daddy has acted like he's on his deathbed since he retired at like 50. He has given up. I will NEVER give up!
ADDENDUM: Found this little piece on Facebook and thought I would add to my post. Regrets. It is what I am always saying!!!!!