God, what an hellacious two weeks this has been. I lost my medical insurance at the start of the month and went quite a few days without insulin until my doctor got me into a program which allows me to get the medicine I need to stay alive for only $15 instead of the out-of-pocket $510.
I called Hennepin County day after day, getting nowhere, being shunted from DHS to Med Assistance back to Hennepin County to MNSure and back again. On Friday, I finally got a MNSure rep who saw the situation clearly. They’d said I was cut off because I had not returned the renewal notice — but their own records showed I’d sent it to them at the start of last month. It simply had not been put into the system. A bookkeeping error.
She added that the problem was compounded because I’d been given two different case numbers somewhere in the process — and they needed to combine them both under one case number in order to fix it. Which she swore she would do on Monday. And then call me to let me know it was completed.
Because of a bookkeeping error, I’d been enduring blood sugars of 400-600? For a bookkeeping error, I’d been lethargic, unable to focus my thoughts, having enough trouble with my vision that I stopped driving for a few days? For an input error my wife has been chewing her nails in fear as she watched me deteriorate? Never mind any possible long-term damage!
Oh, well, water under the bridge — IF they fix it quickly before I run out of my other meds. I’ve got too much going on to waste any time nursing a resentment. I’d rather return to my natural state of stresslessness and get on with the fascinating projects I am undertaking this summer.
Let’s look at one of those projects:
I am writing the second edition of my book, “Let’s Get Cracking! The How-To Book of Bullwhip Skills.” It’s up to 27,000 words, with many more to come. And I still won’t have touched but the surface of the subject. I am pleased with the way it’s moving along, but it’s going to be an equally long editing job before I’m finished. I’ve had to give myself a deadline, hearing the voice of one of my favorite journalism teachers intoning, ” A deadline means you may not be finished, but you ARE done!” I’m already planning to make this one more heavily (and clearly) illustrated than the first edition.
Slingshotting off this is the ongoing project of turning the book into a DVD (or a series of them). Shooting occurs over the summer, looking at a Fall release.
And this while we’re starting to pack for the annual East Coast tour (which always includes Camp Crucible).
Maybe it’s something in the air, but on our recent sojourn to the West Coast (another subject altogether), I found I was signing my books and adding the inscription, “Long Live the Moment!” I’m not sure where that came from — perhaps my higher self. But it’s certainly turning into the theme for 2016 in my house.
(And mary, I love you more than ever. Thank you.)