Wading through bureaucracy is sort of like having to sniff Satan’s armpit sweat through a really long straw. It’s unpleasant no matter what method you use, but hey, the rules and regulations say you HAVE to use a straw… and the straw has to be blue, and it has to come from one particular office which is only open on Tuesdays from 3:00 to 3:02 pm.
On a related note:
I got the Medicaid problem sorted out.
There was a computer error; someone hadn’t sent my information through all the right channels, and that’s why stuff wasn’t showing up as being approved.
But it’s fixed now.
I got my prescriptions filled, and I got my leg braces fixed.
So now I can go back to walking like an arthritic Tyrannosaurus Rex instead of a frail-and-hobbling Tiny Tim.
(That’s an improvement, I swear.)
I am very grateful. (!)
And now I’m picturing a T-Rex trying to use a pair of canes with those tiny arms. (And it made me laugh, which probably means I’m a terrible person, but I’m ok with that.)
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Your explanation of bureaucracy absolutely made my day. So that’s. Dig the t-Rex pic too.
The T-rex pic is one of my favorites. 🙂
LOL. How can t-rex be the biggest baddest dinosaur when he has such itty bitty little arms?? 😛
Funny, isn’t it?
I guess his teeth were big and sharp enough that he could simply eat all the little dinosaurs who made fun of him.
Little raptor: “Ha ha! Scrawny arms! Scrawny a–”
T-Rex: (*CHOMP*) (*chew chew chew*)
Little raptor: “…. (*squeak*)”
T-Rex: (*burp*).
lol
Glad you got it sorted out.
It was a huge relief!
Yay! Lucky you – that you didn’t have to jump through 987 hoops to get the government to work for you.
Yay!
Only 224 hoops this time!
… Plus the straw thing.
I’m so glad you got tjis straightened out. 🙂
I’m glad too!
The stress was overwhelming, and I dreaded all the poking around I would have to do to get the problem fixed.
But yay that it turned out all right.
Nice to see a happy ending once in a while. That counts as a happy ending right? Fukit, works for me. Cheers! Glad things worked out.
I think it counts…. yes!
Things could’ve turned out a lot worse, so this was a big relief.
Congrats Cordless for fighting your way through it. I am really happy for you.
Hey, you are cruel laughing about that little t-rex hahaha but guess that’s what feeling powerful makes us do (just kidding).
🙂 enjoy it.
LOL.
It’s ok. I’ll be glad to share my canes with a t-rex anytime.
He and I can be buddies.
He can distract me from the rest of the world.
World: Here, have some stress and anxiety and bills and degenerative disease! And here’s some intestinal gas, just because.
Me: Um….
T-rex: GRAAAAARRRR.
World: Holy crap, a t-rex!
Me: I know, isn’t he great?
World: But what about the anxiety and stress and bills… and the gas?
Me: That’s ok. I don’t mind farting.
World: Dammit. Never mind. I’ll go harass celebrities and politicians instead.
(Moral of the story: Get a T-Rex.)
I keep thinking of the T-Rex from Meet the Robinsons. I have a big head, and little arms. 😛
I hadn’t seen Meet The Robinsons, so I searched for the t-rex scene on YouTube and watched it.
That was funny. “I have a big head… and little arms… I’m just not sure how well this plan was thought through…. 😀
Good to hear I’m glad it worked out ?
I’m glad too!
I really thought it was going to be a big giant mess which might take a very long time to fix.
🙂 **