There isn’t much comparison between yesterday and today. I wasn’t in a hurry to get up, though I didn’t sleep especially late. It was nice to take things at a leisurely pace.
Cuz came over this afternoon. She’d had a not so restful last night so the plans of the day had been altered. She didn’t stay long but said she’d come back later.
It was almost dark when she came over again. That time, I remembered to tell her I’d noticed a bad smell in the master bedroom/bath. I thought it smelled like poop though I didn’t know why it would. She opened the door, took a whiff and said something is probably dead under the house. She’ll check it out tomorrow.
I started thinking about what it could be. It’s been longer than usual since I’ve seen Six and when I did, she was doing none too well. Both ears were flopped and she was moving like she didn’t feel good. It wouldn’t surprise me if she’d crawled under the house to breathe her last. Guess I’ll know if my suspicions are right or not.
Yesterday’s mail was a letter from Humana saying they’d denied my hospital stay for no approval. That is so totally a 180 from what the man told me on the phone and in his email. An appeal form was enclosed for me to fill out and send back if I disagree. Well, yes! I disagree. I have the approval numbers for both my inpatient stay and the swingbed. I suppose it’s up to me to do what Patient Accounting should be doing and get the claim paid.
I’ve been distracted reading the news and watching video clips. This world is in bad shape. My reading about it isn’t going to change anything. I’ll just have to pray and go to bed.