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12 June 2009 @ 12:47 pm
I'm not even supposed to be here...  
 Ugh. The world has gone all stoopid.

Since I came in this morning, I have had to deal with: members burning down their whole apartment complex including all their drugs and prostheses, the file I worked on for half of yesterday is just GONE and irretrievable according to IT, requests for wasteful and/or unnecessary medications, and CMS yelling at me for not submitting a file for which they have not yet released the guidance and which I MUST have submitted and approved by the end of the day. Gah! Nevermind that it is just a fluke I'm here at all - I usually have off on Fridays...

I'm starting to wonder when someone is coming in to shoot me and put me out of my misery.


EDIT: OK, now I'm just full of unholy rage. Some of our members and their families tend toward the evil, but this just takes the cake. The member - who seems to be a reasonably nice old man - has this marginally-involved evil son who wants to get his hospice-enrolled dad a scooter as a thinly veiled attempt to take the scooter when his dad passes. Thinly veiled as in he has mentioned that he might "have to" use it even when his dad is still alive. Even better? Evil Son wants his actively dying father to sleep downstairs on the couch so he can sleep in the bed upstairs, which, by the way, is next to the only functional bathroom in the house.

I want to go over and throw the son down those stairs. 

I am carefully not looking at the address.
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JinglyMushroomjinglymushroom on June 12th, 2009 07:48 pm (UTC)
Awww *HUGS*
reneekytokorpireneekytokorpi on June 12th, 2009 09:10 pm (UTC)
Holy shit...

We should trade days. You can come out here and sit and play with dogs all day and I'll go to your office and pretend that I'm you. :D
eithni: snapeeithni on June 13th, 2009 12:57 am (UTC)
You will have to practice your scowling-and-saying-no skillz...
reneekytokorpireneekytokorpi on June 13th, 2009 01:07 am (UTC)

This may be fail. I'm terrible at scowling and saying no.

Maybe we won't trade... or maybe I'll have you trade with my brother. He's good at scowling and saying no. :P Then you can play with puppies and string all day! And maybe read on the porch in the sun. :D
naughtyaelfnaughtyaelf on June 12th, 2009 10:20 pm (UTC)
bet I know this duo... let me know. I will make sure the rat bastard son gets his sooner rather than later.
eithni: inferno eyeeithni on June 13th, 2009 12:58 am (UTC)
I dunno - we have a fair number of candidates... :P
maddalenaladymaddy on June 13th, 2009 12:54 pm (UTC)
Good heavens. How rotten some kids are to their parents, especially when the parent is not able to look after themselves as they did when the kid was younger. I work in Medicare Recoupment for Jurisdiction D DME Medicare, and I've seen similar situations. The rotten thing is, there is nothing we can do here. I assume the old gentleman has documentation from his doctor that entitles him to the scooter? It's not a fraud issue so we can't go after the son. But wouldn't you like to?

Hope your weekend is good and work is better on Monday.
eithni: inferno eyeeithni on June 17th, 2009 04:58 am (UTC)
Well, the gentleman certainly qualifies for a mobility device of some sort if he wanted one, but a wheelchair is probably more appropriate. It doesn't really matter, since the member had declared that he thinks a scooter would be a "damned waste of money."

Well, that and he passed away this morning. :/