7/15/09

I am now

beginning hour number four on hold with Medicaid. After two hours on Friday, my phone battery died. After the first thirty minutes this morning, Melody accidentally hung up my phone. That it takes ten minutes to get through their phone system of pressing two and four and three before you even get the privilege of holding irks me.

I have memorized all eight lines of the bad looping saxophone piece. I could write it out on staff paper for you at this point.

On Friday, I took that opportunity to scrub my kitchen floor. With a wet rag, I got all the goo that collects just under the refrigerator, stove and dishwasher. I cleaned the cabinet faces and the appliance doors. I washed all the magnetic letters of the Leapfrog Word Whammer and Fridge Phonics toys.

But today, I just sit, tethered to the charging phone. The phone is so hot I can barely touch it. And still I hold.

The person finally comes back to reject us. All those extra temp jobs I worked have put us over the income limit, so we're being bounced to the CHIP program. Which would be great--it is easier to get good medical care under that program, but it will be at least a three week wait time.

We've been waiting too long as it is. Charlie's therapies were supposed to start three weeks ago. I'd sent in these forms seven weeks ago and they're supposed to process it on their own within thirty days. The kids' dental appointments that were supposed to be today are being delayed for a month.

And I'm just so tired of it all. I'm tired of not being able to independently care for our family. Dowlan's been submitting job applications in a steady stream and hasn't gotten a nibble on anything since the job he didn't get in January.

I read articles like this one
and wonder if we're going to even have the unemployment we're supposed to have. My hours at work are being cut and the temp agency doesn't seem to have anything for either of us. The four school districts I've applied with are under hiring freezes.

We're hardworking, educated, capable people and we can't seem to accomplish anything.

4 comments:

mjvaughans said...

Aargh...I don't understand it either! I don't understand how you can try so hard and gain so little. But, know we are praying for you and are here to help anytime!

Betsy said...

:( I'm sorry. BIG HUGS and prayers!

flibertiejibbit said...

I feel for y'all-- one of the articles I recently read on Career Builder said there are 5.4 qualified job seekers for every job opening. Our local HHSC offices are running up to 45 days before applicants get their initial interview-- not the call center(like y'all have down there- that is a MAJORLY flawed deal). If there is anything I can do to help from here, let me know. You're in my prayers.

Sally said...

I'm so sorry. Sounds like y'all are doing everything you can to take care of things. I was just thinking the other day that Dowlan would be great at working in a school. A friend up here worked as a sub with the special ed unit for several years. I know y'all need the insurance from a more permanent position. I'll pray for y'all.