khatru | Entries tagged with aggravation

Sunday afternoon, Younger Child came up to help me do some looking for a box with 2 games in it that Fedex says they delivered in September and we've not been able to find. This was the "actually pick up all the packing boxes and look in them (and maybe label them)". Still can't find it. Which sucks, because it was going to be a gift. (What I can't find actually are 2 copies of an expansion, to a game which I got 2 copies of previously (because it was made already) and one of the initial and one of the expansion was intended as the gift.)

So now I have to go back to the company and say "Apparently it disappeared, because I don't have it at all" and see what they say. Every so often I've had things go walkabout and this is one reason why I'm so PEEVED that the kids don't AT LEAST tell me when something comes in, so I can record it. they just pile the boxes up until I think to ask for them. To be fair, I HAVE a pile of boxes up here I haven't done anything mroe than 'ok, that's that, put it there' but AT LEAST I KNOW THEY'RE HERE.

argh.

Things that need to be done, in no order:
kickstarter email kept up with. (There's info there that I lose cause I just put it in folders to get it out of inbox and then lose mental energy)
various dice purchases recorded and put away
various game purchases recorded and put away.
Books I've read taken out of my room and put ... somewhere.
The year's bills sorted and packed up. (with 'bank records' marked out separately for ease of finding)

Things I *want* to do:
play wow
read books
read pleasant things on kickstarter and make sensible decisions
play games with people
maybe get back on second life

Things I actually do:
be aggravated about email
talk to folks on discord, sometimes
watch youtube (usually simon whistler channels, recently some others) when I can't focus on anything, while I play solitaire of some sort with my fingers.
sleep
get upset that I've forgotten what I intended to do. (frex calling the zoning department)
go to doctors
get upset that I've forgotten to do maintenance stuff in ingress

*sigh*
the last quarter of the year is particularly bad, but the rest of the year isn't much better. I think I have maybe 6 months of *potential* actually functioning adult.

Current Mood: blah
Current Location: Home-Den
Current Music: vague noises from the ground floor
Crossposts: https://khatru.livejournal.com/35182.html

So today I chased a squirrel out of the hobby room. Apparently I was being too quiet sitting there, and it came to look around the dishes. I yelled at it, it freaked out, ran into the bathroom, and by the time I got there it was gone.

So I've got Youngest contemplating how to make the hatch less open to invasion. I've heard that squirrels won't go through copper wool (like steel wool, only copper, and not flammable). My immediate thought is an open square of wood, inner dimensions the size of the hatch, to fit on the attic side, over the screens and under the hatch cover. With the copper stuff permanently attached to it. That would keep the squirrels from pulling it out, and leave room for air to come through.

Mind you, the roof fan isn't working right now. Won't turn on. Don't know why. Tho we have it installed for, at minimum, potential airflow. *sigh*

HOW HAS YOUR WEEK BEEN SQRRLLSSSSS

In other news, I got out this week to get my monthly anti-hive shot. I took pictures! Of flowers that I have no clue about, and Ingress glitch, and fields that I made. I've no clue how to upload them here. Oh well!

Current Mood: argh
Current Location: Home-Den
Current Music: Squirrels in the Attic
Crossposts: https://khatru.livejournal.com/33502.html

The COBRA management company claims that Otter is listed as eligible for COBRA because he was terminated, not deceased. This is causing bloody hell with me trying to elect COBRA.

Furthermore, there will be a new COBRA management company as of next week. I had called them on Monday to ask if it made more sense for me to wait to elect COBRA until they are the company or if I should do it now and the person I spoke to seemed rather flustered and said I should definitely elect it before it got to them and let the system pull things over.

Current COBRA management company has '3-5 business days' for their resolution of issues.

*headdesk**headdesk**headdesk*

Crossposts: https://khatru.livejournal.com/27109.html

So far today:

Called life insurance person direct, left message with my name, Otter's name, claim number, my cellphone number, and the fact that I called a couple of weeks ago and haven't ever heard back.
Called Abby and made arrangements about the chocolate party
Called Specialty Pharmacy, returning their fucking annoying automated call. And, just like on the 9th (which they have records of me calling), I *again* had to give them permission to send the med, and apparently the $60 copay is *every month* until max out of pocket. Which I don't recall it being, but Otter handled it cause it was his insurance etc, and I just don't know for sure.
Called PSEG wrt lack of return envelope. Customer Service Rep has no clue why there was no envelope, as far as they know there's no program about asking to not get envelopes, and they made a note to make sure for my bill to have envelopes again. Would that everything were this easy.
Called Oil Company - overage mentioned on receipt received 20180119 is actually all paid up.
Called Verizon and fought my way through the voice menu to a person, where I talked about how the person who moved the account over from my deceased husband's name had said that I should call and ask to be put back on the 2 year plan to get the lower rates. I was told, this time, that my *discounts* were locked in till 2020, but that I would still be subject to any basic rate increases. They also said that, should that happen, I should call again to find out if I had the lowest prices available, which apparently I currently have.
I had also tried to create a myverizon account, first, to see if I could do it myself without poking the phone monster. It got all the way through the setup process till I got to the 'create account' button, and then failed to react at all. No spinny things, no visible aspect on the browser frame to indicate any sort of processing or transaction. It was like I wasn't clicking the button at all. I turned off my adblockers, and tried again, same effect. So that's when I called the phone menu system to beat it into submission. I mentioned this to the person I got on the line, and they connected me to what I think was called the 'e-troubleshooter'. Who walked me through it twice more, including clearing cache and cookies, to the same result. I actually have a trouble ticket in to the 'devs' to figure it out. I'm betting some combo of linux and firefox and blockers, but we'll see.
Called Water Company to ask about the charges that weren't on the previous bill. I'm wrong, it was on the older bill. Also, account wasn't name-changed, it was complete new account. Person on phone looked at Otter's bill history, and said that most often it was about $55 or less. So whee, I guess I budget 60 for months we go over.
Called life insurance basic help line. Oh, this was special. First, my Claims Consultant is not the person listed on the letter, it's someone else. I now have their first name and their extension. Second, they don't know how much the insurance is for. Apparently it depends on Otter's earnings, and his cause of death. Sometimes that REDUCES IT. FMH. Third, of COURSE they don't put the interest information on the brochure about the "security account" that I can put that money into, cause obviously it's going to change on a fucking whim. Now I'm *really* pissed off.
Sent email to Otter's HR person detailing the info in the phone call, and asking them to please clear up whatever issue they are having. Stupid fucking shit.
tbd

Call SocSec lawyer and see if she wants to meet (partner of no longer eligible lawyer)
call tax assessor office 9a-3p Barbara 9087692906

Call mike the lawyer about the north bergen house deed.
Find out if I called Meryll Lynch about angus gone, account come to me?
Decide day of month I need to pay bills. (2 days before end of month is not enough time)
Contact EZPass and find out how it was being paid and figure out if I need to do anything with it.

To Do Soon

Cannot do until make payment! Waiting on Life Insurance. Call Mortgage, ask for late fee to be removed.
Fill out forms for 401k
read in detail, evaluate, car/home insurance offer from AAA
Get onto Otter's computer and look for the file he left me.
Deposit checks received (2017-12-22: 1 to date.)
Clear out envelope of Bills Since Death and sort into records, bills, whatever.
Figure out what to do about cpap machines (company emailed back, saying donate or whatever) (in process)
Find out wtf to do about the argument with the insurance and the roof
DO NOT LOSE PRINTED FILLED OUT FORMS BEFORE DEATH CERT SHOWS UP!!!!!

Talk to R about:

Container specifically for estate stuff. - Catbag?
Container for my paper notes on phone calls.
Container for medical records current year, bills and other
Container for keeping records, current year (current back half of step sorter that R got from Staples)
Container for medical records specifically for past years.
Containers for keeping records for past years, to hold paid bills and record keeping.
Container for tax info papers bundled by year for past years.
Container for my frustration and sanity. (Research ongoing. Last marble was found in dice bag, perhaps something similar?)

Spent 27 minutes on hold, in order to speak to a representative, in order to cancel the account with the trash pickup people who pissed me off. However, apparently the call answering person needs to talk to Someone Else (tm) in order to do so. *They* get off work at 7pm, but she was on hold to them from 6:50 onward, and finally came back to me at 7:05.

So NOW I'm going to get called back tomorrow at my convenience (it's never fucking convenient, but I picked 1pm cause I'm most often awake then these days) in order to cancel the account.

Fuckin' a.

Oh, and I also went to the endocrinologist. My blood sugar is up, A1c at 9.6 (quel surprise); my free t4 is 1.03, in range; TSH (reflex to FT4) is 7.49; my cholesterol overall is high, but it's the good cholesterol that is high, and the bad stuff is low, and it's borderline. I have another appointment in 3 months.

And the drugstore insists that I have insurance, and only charged me about 1/4 the full price for the expensive drugs. Whee?

Otherwise, the fucking knot in my shoulder is still there, and I've been sleeping shitty because of it. But that means I remembered a dream: we were going to a convention, and driving past where Einstein lived, which was notable because I'd found a game that he designed, so I decided to stop at his address and see if he would speak to randoms. The address was an apartment building, 3-4 stories tall, and I was let in, and invited up. He took my compliments and praise for the game delightedly,, speaking to me over his shoulder from where he sat on a couch watching TV. When he got up, i saw he was only wearing underwear, and he led me across the hall to another apartment, from which I got the impression that he leased/owned/whatever something gave him access to all the apartments. In this other apartment he got out a development copy of the game to give to me as a gift, and then gave me a kiss from an old man to a young girl (no, i wasn't any younger than I usually am) in thanks, and went back to teh tv. On the way out, I couldn't find my friends in the car waiting for me, so I went back in, and got lost, adn started running away from Ingress players who were trying to catch me for some reason, and managed to finally exit the building 3 blocks away, and was cautiously making my way around the building to find the door I'd gone in by, and then I woke up.

Current Location: Home-DR
Current Music: People moving in the house
Crossposts: https://khatru.livejournal.com/23549.html

am doing nothing, having woken up with a muscle spasm at the juncture of my left shoulder and neck. It didn't respond to my normal morning pain pill & muscle relaxant; it didn't respond to the Embeda. Now it's a flector patch and a hotsock, and hopefully no aggravation. I'm not going downstairs; I'll probably poke at WoW for a bit.

disgruntle, I have things to do.

Crossposts: https://khatru.livejournal.com/23252.html

I did nothing Saturday; woke up late, headache-adjacent. Had C put bengay on the aching parts, and a hotsock. (Similar to http://bedbuddy.net/ but not that brand.) After a few hours (after the bengay was soaked in and not a problem for adhesive) I had him put on a lidocaine patch. Neither of those helped significantly, but it's possible they kept it from being worse.

Woke up earlyish on Sunday, but instead of trying transdermal effects, took one of my hoarded Good Pain Meds. Got to the computer after a bit, poked around on WoW most of the day; ended up falling asleep ZONK in my chair at 6:45, while waiting for the folks who I play with to appear online at 7pm. *sigh* R woke me up for dinner at 7:40, I got on WoW, we played till 10:30 or so. Maybe later. I did wow things for a few hours more, and suddenly woke up, in my chair, covered iwth random pieces of clothing (apparently I was cold, but never woke up) at 7:45 am. Took meds, crawled into bed.

Woke up at 11:30 ish by C, checking if I wanted/needed anything. Asked for food, ate it, eventually decided that I didn't really want to do anything but I also didn't want to sit in my room alone. (which is what I did yesterday, never getting checked on till 4pm or so) Am downstairs.

Received email from life insurance! yay! No information on how much the payout is. An offer of having the money in an interest bearing account wiht the insurance company. No information on how much the interest is. I called the number for my consultant at 2pm, left a message. No response. The packet included a pamphlet about What Beneficiaries Need To Do After The Death Of A Loved One. The first chapter is "in the first two weeks". The second chapter is "weeks 3 and 4". the third chapter is "In hte next month." I'll note that Otter died on Dec 8, and the postmark on the envelope is January 10th. Fuck them.

Having agitated AGAIN for the kids to PLEASE look for the title of the car that was gotten in late November, more likely early December and thus on the day before Otter went into the hospital, I finally got some motion out of them. They found the envelope from the bank that held the car loan, with the old title (with the lien holder on it) and the various papers from the visit to DMV that acquired the new title and the handicapped placards for Otter. Unfortunately, the new title wasn't in it. Also, none of the receipts listed the date of the transaction. (wtf dmv?) So we STILL don't know, for sure, when it was done. *argh*

Aggravation, annoyance, and a chilly house. Wheee.

Crossposts: https://khatru.livejournal.com/22495.html

I've had an on-going issue that, fortunately, only comes up occasionally. It really really bugs me when people want me to make a list of things that I want as gifts. It *upsets* me. I get sad, and angry, and "that's not how you do it!" This was almost always in context of christmas gifts, and only really experienced from my mother in law. I've heard all the reasons why it's a thing, that people want to make sure that what they get is desired, that they don't want to mis-step, that they don't want to waste money, etc etc. Partly I feel like it's wildly inappropriate to tell someone else what to spend money on, partly it's that I greatly enjoy not knowing, partly that knowing what it is makes it not feel like a gift, just someone doing me a favor. (Yes, I'm unpacking as I type.) Yes, as a kid I wrote letters to Santa, and yes, I realize that my parents likely used that info. But I also never actually got most of what I asked for, and that was likely because my parents couldn't afford much of anything. (I think I got underwear for christmas every single year of my childhood, I don't recall when it stopped.)

But today I was randomly reading Captain Awkward and, in a slightly sideways subthread, Private Jane said:

“Compared to the actual work of, say, deciding what to buy and remembering all the special needs of others, just footing the bill is very easy”

Thank you so much for putting this in words. I have always been wondering why it used to hurt me so much when my mom asked me “What do you want for your birthday?” and then tell me to “go get it and I’ll repay you”. Your words helped me understand that it was a bait and switch – pretending to offer care and then delivering money.

“I never lacked for anything material” should be set up in the Hall of Really Sad Things to Say right next to “He never hit me”.

The stuff in between what Private Jane was quoting - her own experience - suddenly hit me in the head. I had a voice in my head go, 'don't you like me enough to find something? To put out the effort?'

I had a similar thing happen, I think, with one long-term boyfriend. He gave me a candle as a present one year, and when I was delighted, he said, "oh good, now I can " I can't recall the next phrase, but it was something along the lines of 'stop worrying about it' or 'stop thinking about it.' I said, "does this mean I'm going to get a candle every time, now? Because now that you know something I like, you don't have to apply any thought to the process anymore?" and he agreed. Like this was a good thing. My problem wasn't with him having figured out something I liked, but with him not being willing to put any more thought into it. Like, just grab any candle and she'll be ok with it, no thought applied, "Candle".

Stopping now so I can calm down.

Crossposts: https://khatru.livejournal.com/22226.html

Yesterday, I

Ended up... at this point I can't recall if I was awake all night, or just woke up hella early. I think the former, because I was up and in WoW when C came up to make sure I was up.
Discussed with C the thought of leaving about an hour early for my doctorville visits and going to the bank Otter had accounts in to close them out, that's also the bank that has our mortgage.
Also took my morning pills despite not having food.
Went to the bank and was seen relatively immediately. However, it took on the order of 45 minutes for the Customer Service banker to research what needed to be done to a) turn a joint account into a solo account, and b) turn a solo account into an estate account. This involved filling out 2 L8 forms, one for each account. (Then why is there room for more things in the space to list items? o.O) We left with the first done, and the second waiting for me to get the estate tax number, leaving only 15 minutes to get to doctorville (which takes about 20).
Got to Doctorville not that late, which also didn't matter much as the first visit was to give blood to be analyzed for my endocrinologist visit on the 22nd, and wasn't time critical. The intake person was sympathetic to my dubious insurance status, and offered to simply bill it as if I was still under the same insurance..
(Right now, I realize that I *was* up all night, because I had been required to fast for the blood work, and so wanted to be awake to make sure I had food right up until I couldn't, so I wouldn't be cranky/whiny at the point where I was needing food.)
Was poked for blood which only hurt a little bit, and only needed one poke. yay! C had, indeed, recalled to have food available, and I got down the elevator to the next floor before I was overcome with FOOD NOW and sat in the hallway to wolf down the cheese and crackers.
Went to allergy office and registered there, completely surprised by them not asking for insurance info (which is usually asked for at every intake) or copay.
Talked to office assistant and accepted condolences; doctor, who gave the shot, and assured me that, while Doctorville did not take *new* patients with medicaid, they did accept it as 'changed circumstance' for established patients, and that he personally would be happy to see me to administer the shots without charge, as long as the shots were paid for by medicaid, which he expected would be.
Talked to office staff to make next appointment, where I was told they already had the next shot in hand, and would be happy to get "samples" from the company to use on me until insurance was settled.
Had lunch at the Doctorville Cafeteria while I waited the requisite time to ensure I wasn't having a negative reaction to the shot. (Yes, every time. It's weird that way.)
Acquired the estate tax number while at lunch, taking advantage of Doctorville's wifi and having the internet in my pocket.
Texted with R while at lunch regarding the fact that we'd run out of oil, again, what the oil company said about when they could get to us, and what we could do in the meantime.
Hit Doctorville's art for Ingress making it the appropriate color again. By this time, I was starting to feel achy, my tummy being more and more gassy, and generally unhappy.
Went back to bank to set up estate account. The person I'd worked with before was busy with a long task, so I was seen to by someone else, who had to research how to do what I was asking to be done, because apparently the change to the joint account wasn't being reflected in the system yet, she didn't realize my name was not the same as my husband's, she couldn't figure out how to convert the solo checking account to an estate account, and took a while to decided it would just be closed and an estate account opened, and then had problems doing that because, as I overheard her on the phone to her guide, the correct buttons weren't showing up when she was trying to create an account. This took over an hour, all told.
Decided not to go to the optician to get the one pair of glasses that have come in, despite the fact that it's the pair where they put the old lenses into a plastic frame to hold me over, and they've been making me crazy, and instead
Came home and went directly to bed, taking one of my higher end pain killers instead of my usual one, it now being pill time, and generally being in large amounts of pain and aggravation. Yes, the shots often make me feel out of sorts, and eventually (like, hours later) uncopeful, but I don't recall deep ache over most of my right side being a symptom before. Also, tummy was massively more unhappy, and I don't think I ate anything.

I ate a little bit of dinner when it happened (chinese delivery, roast pork w/snow peas, carrots, and ?bok choy? without any gravy) and went back to bed. Around midnight I had some toast to take my pills with, and a little later a microwaved potato with a pile of shred cheese, and then went to bed again. I woke up around 8am, to the alarm I've finally programmed on my phone, feeling still a little achy but much improved. I ate some food, had my pills, read a little bit of the latest(?) Liaden book, and am now downstairs as of around 11am to deal with the day.

Also, on the 10th, I called up att customer service and did a one-time payment by phone to make sure it was paid before the due date of the 11th for service cutoff. Interestingly enough, the letter I was sent said "pay by the 11th" and the phone service said "pay by the 10th".

So far today, I

Cleaned out the main teapot, and made tea
Opened all of the mail from the past two days, sorting into trash, shred, records, and bills.
Ignored a phone call, and then listened to the message, it being the paindoc's office saying the forms for DMV about the handicapped parking placards were ready to be picked up.
Ate the lovely lunch that R made for me.
Called the old trash company, and was put on hold.
While on hold, Addressed envelopes to send out the L8 forms from the bank yesterday, stuffed them, sealed and stamped, now waiting for being mailed.
While on hold, Sent email to Otter's company's HR person, regarding absence of communication from life insurance company or COBRA management company, asking if she can find out if they've sent me anything, or give me a contact more direct than hitting up the web.
After 35 minutes on hold, Talked to Adrian who gave me the final payment number, and told me that since there is a suspension of service due to being unable to pay, he could not actually cancel my account, and I will have to call back AGAIN to cancel the account after the payment is received and posted. *headdesk*
Called up oil company to see what arrangements could be made about paying other than having it automagically put on the credit card (which explains a lot about why the credit card is so loaded). Talked to Ruby, the credit manager. Put a reminder on my calendar to call in May about getting on the monthly budget plan, and to talk about getting on the price lock plan.
Sent email again to Otter's HR person: We had wanted to find out when we had maxed out our out-of-pocket expenses, and had needlessly continued paying copays, so that we could go have an argument with our healthcare providers regarding that money, and hopefully get it repurposed to cover any uncovered costs. Otter seemed to think he had to go through HR, and I asked if that was true, or if I got to wade through United Healthcare's phone tree to find the info.
Tried to look up on the web if the ingredients of Macuhealth interfered with Synthroid. Was only able to find those ingredients in combination with multivitamins, which is usually in combination with minerals, which do interfere with Synthroid, so was unable to conclude anything useful. Meh. (trying to figure out how to apportion out pills across the timeslots.)

Short day, but I'm done, as I'm dozing off again. Wheee. Stupid sleep cycles. I wanted to do stuff this evening.

Find notes re: calling credit union branch manager directly about making an appointment to close/change accounts
Call Credit Union, make appointment for showing them stuff. FIND L8 FORM!!!!! fuck. (note: Can be downloaded from http://www.sussex.nj.us/documents/surrogate/itl8.pdf )
Find notes re: talking to various companies/entities about adjusting late fees etc wrt extensions.
Call PSEG, ask for late fee to be removed? Check what needs to happen to be considered up to date?
dammit, there was something else and it just fled my mind. Had to do with other things on those notes.

To Do SOON!

Cannot do until make payment! Waiting on Life Insurance. Call Mortgage, ask for late fee to be removed.
Find the mazda car title. (R found the other two)
Fill out forms for 401k
Call number at town hall about making appt to talk to folks about putting house/bills in my name only. (look for business card. Catbag? DeathCertEnvelope?

To Do Later

Read in detail, and evaluate, life insurance mail from credit union BY JAN 25
read in detail, evaluate, car/home insurance offer from AAA
JANUARY 16th: Go to SocSec office and deal with death stuff.
JANUARY 23rd: Call old trash service AGAIN adn make sure account is CANCELLED.
Get onto Otter's computer and look for the file he left me.
Deposit checks received (2017-12-22: 1 to date.)
Figure out what to do about cpap machines (company emailed back, saying donate or whatever) (in process)
Find out wtf to do about the argument with the insurance and the roof
DO NOT LOSE PRINTED FILLED OUT FORMS BEFORE DEATH CERT SHOWS UP!!!!!

~~Container for current month bills before they are paid.~~ R picked up a mail sorter thingie.
Container for medical records current year, bills and other
Container for paid bills, current year.
Container for record keeping, current year
Container for medical records specifically for past years.
Containers for record-keeping for past years, to hold paid bills and record keeping.
Container for tax info papers for current year
Container for tax info papers bundled by year for past years.
Container for my frustration and sanity.

Crossposts: https://khatru.livejournal.com/21764.html

Today, I:

Laid in bed for 5 hours, during which I did not sleep overnight. I expect this is due to having woken up around 8pm yesterday after taking migraine meds and letting my body be unhappy.
Received a phone call from the doctor's office where I had a 10:30 am appointment to get my anti-hive shot. Apparently, they had not received the medication from the specialty pharmacy, and thus we need to reschedule. They gave me the number of the specialty pharmacy so I could kick them
Got dressed and got downstairs about the time I would have if we were going out to the doctor.
Called the Surrogate's office for the county Otter died in (which more than one person had said was where I needed to go), to find out where it was, and also to ask about the fact that the DMV website said that, to transfer the title, it needed stuff from the county he lived in. Turns out 'county he lived in' was correct. They gave me the number to call them.
Called the Surrogate's Office for the county we live in, got directions, and was told I didn't need to bring any proof of what he had, or any papers like that, they'd figure out everything there.
Went out with C to have breakfast at the diner, as it was on the way to the county admin building.
Stopped at the eyeglass place for C's glasses, as it was also on the way. His were ready, mine were not. (unsurprising, both.)
Got to the County Admin Building and walked from where the car was parked through the long hallway and into the Surrogate's Office section in mostly one fell swoop. A slow swoop, but a swoop nonetheless.
Waited for a while, and then talked to the assistant surrogate or something the like, and found that while they were not going to question me about the value of anything, they really did want the checking account numbers and the VIN of the cars. She was willing to type it all up and leave 'currently unfindable' in place of the info we didn't have. I poked my phone onto Kelly Blue Book website to get the values of the cars, which she persistently lowballed. I received "Affidavits of Surviving Spouse", which apparently stands in for Surrogate's Certificates when the estate is worth less than $50,000. Yay, we're poor?
Got directions, and went to DMV to retitle the cars, it being almost 30 days since Otter died, and that's what the DMV website tells me is the grace period for this. As it turns out, if I don't produce the titles, I can't just create titles in my own name with their database info and the relevant paperwork. I must *first* ask for copies of the titles as they currently exist, at the cost of $60 per title, and THEN I can ask for the titles to be changed over to my name, at the cost of $60 per title, with the registration carrying over for $4.50. We have three cars.
Noped the fuck right out of that and came home.

Partly due to pain, partly due to 'i am not paying nearly 400 dollars to do this', and with the gentle words from the nice police officer who had drawn duty that day in Somerville's DMV office, who told me that as long as I don't do Bad Things (tm) (like commit crimes, or do things that might cause people to try to find the owner, or try to register the cars again in the decedent's name) that I won't be hassled over it.

Oh, and I also called the pharmacy to find out why I hadn't gotten my synthroid refilled along with everything else. Apparently I'm out of refills.

To Do

- Call paindoc again re willing to fill out handicapped parking forms.
- Call allergy doc about resched shot.
- Call old trash company and cancel the account
- Call endocrinologist about getting more synthroid
- PAY BILLS
- Find the mazda car title. (R found the other two)
- call oil company about account and payments etc.
- Fill out forms for 401k
- Call number at town hall about making appt to talk to folks about putting house/bills in my name only. (look for business card. Catbag? DeathCertEnvelope?
JANUARY 16th: Go to SocSec office and deal with death stuff.
Depending on paindoc answer, DL handicapped parking forms from DMV and get him to fill out, if he's ok with it.
Get onto Otter's computer and look for the file he left me.
Deposit checks received (2017-12-22: 1 to date.)
Figure out what to do about cpap machines (company emailed back, saying donate or whatever) (in process)
Find out wtf to do about the argument with the insurance and the roof
DO NOT LOSE PRINTED FILLED OUT FORMS BEFORE DEATH CERT SHOWS UP!!!!!

Things I need:
Container for current month bills before they are paid.
Container for medical records current year, bills and other
Container for paid bills, current year.
Container for record keeping, current year
Container for medical records specifically for past years.
Containers for record-keeping for past years, to hold paid bills and record keeping.
Container for tax info papers for current year
Container for tax info papers bundled by year for past years.
Container for my frustration and sanity.