The Void


Once there was a time that you would contact someone, and they would respond. I have spent this year calling into the void. And this is not just stuff like where I was warned to expect silence, like my brother’s probate or the Blue Cross Blue Shield class action suit.

  • I requested Dave’s medical records through email and a phone call. No response.
  • I purchased a back door, a new bathroom ceiling, and a handrail four months ago. I knew there’d be a wait. But when I asked for more work to be added on, I had to struggle to even ask for a quote and now two weeks later, no quote.
  • The organization I want to donate my body too has also kept mum.

So I see why the hospital doesn’t want to set themselves up: they think I am looking for trouble. But I want to give the construction people money in exchange for parts and labor, and I want to give the body donation people my brain and spine for free, damnit.

No doubt they’ll all get back to me all at once when I’ve forgotten them.


4 responses to “The Void”

  1. … yeah. I think a lot of places are understaffed with burnt-out people at this time, but also it is ridiculous, so there is that.
    I did get a response from the insurance appeals office after the second time, and it is a no (they ignored half the information, but there is no further appeal, so). So there is that. Sometimes you do get *an* answer even if it’s not the reasonable and sane and humane answer.

  2. This is definitely true sometimes! Although sometimes timing as to when aggravating news lands is also relevant.

  3. KC – like when there’s a pileup of bad news? That’s true. I wish there was a professional one could hire to corner hospital officials to see what’s going on.

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