It is late and I am sad.
I'm a little frustrated about how none of our government bodies seem to ever talk to each other. Yesterday I received a bill for the plane ride for Cole from Fergus to Kingston, for a wopping $2000. They said I either needed to provide (as they called him) Baby Boy Poirier's OHIP card or pay the bill. Well, I put it off today. Tomorrow I will find some motivation and strength to go through Cole's box of stuff and get the damn health card so I can call them and give them the number.
I'm not even sure if the health card will work...
Do you know how hard and painful it is to have to call all these places and say, yes I have his information. He passed, will this still work???? I really really REALLY don't want to do this. I want to scream "F*&k you all, talk to the other forms of Gov't Damnit!" But they don't and they won't and I'll keep havening to call these stupid government things and tell them that I'll give them what I have but I don't know if it will work.
Well, I think bed is in order... maybe it'll give me the strength to face the pain that I know is apparent tomorrow. Heck, all I did was pack some of the baby things I was given (like bottles and stuff) on the weekend into my new hope chest and barely made it through that. This is not going to be fun to look through his stuff for one little card.... GAH! Sometimes I wish I wasn't as responsible as I feel I need to be. Sometimes I wish I could take these stupid things and put them in a drawer and deal with them later (or never)... sometimes.... but I can't and I won't so I'll suck it up. Put on my big girl britches and do what needs to be doing.
I'll let you know if I survive... I'm sure I will but doesn't mean it won't hurt.
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