I watched the full “debate” and the analysis. Of course, the Hillary people said she won and the Donald people said he won. I maintain they both did. Hillary had the ammunition to sink him if she so desired but she didn’t. She left him to live another day. He won for that very reason and not for anything he did. He was very disrespectful of the process, pacing up and down in camera-range when Hillary was answering questions and would pivot back to Bill Clinton and his indiscretions whenever he had a chance. I don’t recall his answering a single question without veering off onto something else.
In a town hall setting, the people ask the questions. Hillary would turn to where the person was standing and focus on the question, then talk to the person when giving her answer. When it was Trump’s turn, he’d listen to the question and then roam the platform while giving somewhat of an answer. It might pertain to the question but, more often than not, it didn’t. When all was said and done, Donald had talked just over 40 minutes and Hillary just under.
When Anderson Cooper asked him about the video that had been at the top of the news since Friday, he said it was “locker room talk” and that he’d never done anything he was bragging about. In other words, he was lying. Again. A lawsuit has been filed by a woman accusing him of raping her when she was 13 years old. She has a witness to that, as well. His co-defendant, Jeffrey Epstein, has served time for underage rape and is a registered sex offender.
A meme is making the rounds on Facebook. It shows Hillary and outlines several “crimes” she has been accused of but the opposite is the conclusion on all of them. Then it shows Trump and beside each picture it says “SAID MEAN THINGS”. That doesn’t qualify a person to be POTUS. Saying mean things (if that’s really all he did), disqualifies a person.
After a decent night’s sleep, I got up and sat in Mother’s chair. I had to rest until I could get up and open the door.
Before I did that, though, the phone rang. It startled me because I had only yesterday set up forwarding from Google Voice. I picked up the remote and then realized it wasn’t the phone. When I answered, it was my PCP. Bless his heart! I do love that man. I’d emailed and asked him what he thought about my signing up with hospice. He asked me how I felt about it. I told him I didn’t know, that I had questions and want to talk to someone with hospice. Upshot of the conversation is that he’s referring me and he has ordered lab work to be done by home health.
When I told Cuz about the call this afternoon, she asked, “Was it him or was it his nurse?” I told her it was him. She said doctors like him are few and far between. That’s true. Gone are the days when doctors made house calls. I remember my BIL making one call riding along on a tractor to get through the snow to see a patient in distress. You can be sure it wasn’t a tractor with an enclosed cab, as well. Now, that’s dedication.
Just after I’d opened the door and my CIL had brought me a glass of water, as soon as he walked out, I dissolved in a puddle of tears because I felt so bad. Right then, the aide came in to help me with my shower. She looked alarmed and asked what was wrong. I told her I just felt terrible. I hope she didn’t think it had anything to do with my CIL. He and Cuz are two of the most thoughtful, helpful people on Planet Earth.
She said two showers a week had been approved but when she looked at her phone (they are all equipped with either smart phones or tablets) it said it was to be a sponge bath. She showered me, anyway. Since she was here when she wasn’t expected, nothing had been set up but she did okay. I was concerned she wouldn’t be able to get my robe down since she isn’t any taller than I am but she did okay.
The rest of the day was pretty routine. Cough, blow my nose, catch my breath, pee, and drink water. When Cuz came in, she stripped the bed and remade it. I told her she didn’t need to but she did it, anyway. She seldom listens to me when I try to boss her though she admits the DVR is “cool”.
Cuz had been to the mountain. She said Black Tom had let her pet him. That’s progress. He wouldn’t let her get that close last time. She brought me my mail. There was a statement from the Mother Ship. It showed no payment from Humana for the $969 bill for pulmonary rehab. I looked it up online and it’s been denied. It said,
ACCORDING TO MEDICARE GUIDELINES, THE SERVICES/SUPPLIES THAT WERE PROVIDED AREN’T CONSIDERED REASONABLE OR NECESSARY. THEREFORE, NEITHER THE MEMBER NOR HUMANA HAS FINANCIAL RESPONSIBILITY, AND THE MEMBER SHOULD NOT BE BILLED.
Knowing their billing department, that’s the end of that. No appeal saying they had prior approval. No nothing. It’s pennies compared to some of their claims. They don’t waste their time so that means I’m not out $135. My part would have been $150 but I’d get 10% off for prompt payment. Another claim shows that I owe an additional $2 on my visit to my PCP on August 29. I doubt I’ll be billed for that, either, but if I am, I’ll pay it. When I looked it up, the extra charge is my liability for the cortisone injection. It’s in two parts and one of the co-pays is two cents. Humana paid a dime. The other is the $1.98. Humana paid $7.92 and wrote off the balance of the $16 charge.
Supper was Amy’s Enchilada whole meal. I was hoping it had more protein. It’s only seven grams. That’s about 1/7 of what I should have in the course of a day.
while I ate and after, I watched “The Essential Donald Trump”. It traced his life from childhood up through the convention and after. It’s really sad that he chose to have the life he has when there were so many missed opportunities to do good things with what his wealth. I’ve set the DVR to record “The Essential Hillary Clinton” next. When asked to say one thing the candidates admire about each other, Hillary said, “His children are capable and devoted, and I think that says a lot about Donald.” Donald said, “I will say this about Hillary, she doesn’t quit, she doesn’t give up,”
Well, this little girl is tired and sleepy and must quit, give up and go to bed. Here’s hoping all of our nights will be full of peaceful sleep and plenty of oxygen.