Countdown Agony

We are T minus 12 hours and it couldn't be more stressful with a flurry of emails from the place Mom is moving to (Wellstone House) and from the place she is moving out of (Peaceful Harvest)! I thought this part would be easy. Peaceful Harvest knows what admission paperwork is required and it seems it should be a simple process of pulling out a file folder, stacking papers in a fax machine, dialing, and letting them rip. Yet, at the 11th hour, no the 12th to be exact, Mom's admission to Wellstone could be in jeopardy because they don't have the state required medical documentation yet. Arrrrrghhh!

Well, we are moving her tomorrow even if it means she spends a couple of nights with us. It is a mystery why this is not yet done. Not to mention, extremely frustrating. But this too shall pass. In short order, Mom will be settled in and we will find a rhythm that works to help Mom feel lovable and loved.

Tonight I'm stressing over the invoice from Peaceful Harvest for the first 15 days of October. I've been told they can't charge a Medicaid patient for days they are not there and I will have to have that difficult conversation tomorrow. Not my favorite thing to do.


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