Knock on wood, but I do feel better. I can identify with going through cases of kleenex. We live 20 minutes from where we do our shopping, etc, and we have to take care of everything on that trip, or pay through the nose at the one supermarket. My bank did open up a branch one town over, but I miss having a car to do my own business. I utterly hate being dependent on anyone, and at the same time running around mopping up after people.
My son expected my to take his W-2’s, and mail them to the tax guy. Well, I told him to go through the packet with me, and he never did. Now one of the W-2’s is misplaced. He thinks he’s getting a refund, but I don’t think so. Maybe when I’m done making phone calls, and doing the bills, I’ll check out the IRS website. My tax guy is great, but he has to charge something, ya know? I don’t have to file this year, so I figured we’d use my packet. I’m still paying from the small fee I got for being executrix. It looks like it’s never going to get paid with the compound interest and penalties :(
Right now I’m on county insurance for indigents. Ask social services if there is any kind of program available for you in your county. I’m going to file for state insurance, because I can’t travel all the way to the county medical facility, and the Meals on Wheels ride program was cut. Ugh, to be young and healthy again.
Oh, I was told very early I didn’t qualify. I have assets and I was told I would have to sign them over to the county or state in order to be considered eligible.
Then I would have to sign that piece of paper and I won’t. It’s beyond reason for me to sign away the one thing that is keeping me alive right now. Just incomprehensible.