October 30th we have yet another appointment with yet another RE. The third one this year alone. This time it will be a doctor with Stanford. While United now claims to cover the doctor and Stanford, as one might imagine, we are weary. I don’t exactly have home after the games of ping-pong they played with us being the ball.
Exactly what is wrong is known. What to do about it is known. Getting it paid for is the problem. I have little doubt United will try once again to get out of paying.
About all I can do right now to sustain any hope is to make baby items. Night before last I made a robe. Last night I made a gown and booties. They’re as unisex as I can make them. And them I look at these things and get angry. I think about the buyout and AIG CEOs spending nearly half a mill at spas at our (all us taxpayers) expense, and I get angry. I think about all my cousins having so many babies and not a single one of them has a job, every last one of them living on welfare, and it makes me mad that I’m supporting them instead of using the money to have my own, and I get angry. I look at the floor and see a ghost of a child playing, and I can barely hold back tears.
Tonight I’ll make a bonnet and bib, if I can get the energy. All the hope I have left is tied up in these little things.
