It's Finally Down

So the Christmas tree finally came down. It had stayed up because Mother was going to take the ornaments down since she put them up. Was just waiting for her to be healthy. Since it would be more work for me I just left it up. And taking it down made things more real. Today I was thinking about the insurance person and thought maybe I should take it down. I couldn't think of a good reason to explain it still being up. I flipped a coin and two of two tosses (no need for a third) agreed the tree should come down. It's packed up now and stored where it was going to go when I had it boxed up after Mother took off ornaments.

I am tense, feeling anxious. I think I've got this figured... insurance women's bringing the application to I can see it and so they have CYA if/when they deny claim. They can say, "Look! We showed application! Mother didn't tell she had all ten toes, we reject claim!" I'm too cynical to believe they'll pay until it finally happens. I'm too cynical for my own good health.

Am pleased with how much junk I got through last evening. It is better Brother can't make it; he would be wild card and might get upset. Had breakfast but could probably have more to eat already.

Sleep was passable but I had a dream of people putting in new landscaping and making comments about what's there now. It's about noon, maybe I'll get a bit of lunch in before she arrives.

I was out talking to the neighbor when she called. She was probably a half hour behind schedule. So I walked her through the couple weeks leading up to Mother's passing. To which she could see not only did she attempt to get medical treatment (and did) but that the true cause was missed until just a few hours before she passed. She'll see all of this in the medical records. Which is one reason she had to see me. She needed me to sign a release for them specific to this state and even then she knows the hospital will decline. She told me I'll probably have to go in person and authorize their release. Once the records are available, the process should go fairly quickly. I felt a bit better talking to her and getting a sense of the process of course I'm still a skeptic. She assured me it was routine and that they've had people try to claim folks are dead when they're not, etc.

Then I called the SIL forgetting Brother would probably (still) be at work and she talked my ears off for an hour or two. Oy. The littlest nephew is still sick and was off to the doctor this morning. They've decided he's old enough for antibiotics. He needs to get well. I'm tired but I haven't eaten a lot. I did get a workout fighting to get the tree back in its box though. Some of the photos I've found from my high school and uni days I don't believe. I hope they don't decide to challenge the policy but Mother disclosed, I disclosed, she did their medical exam, I think the records will there's nothing afoot here. I guess I'll be in touch with her more. Lucky me, right?

I looked at myself in the mirror and my eyes have dark areas under them. I'm probably not getting enough sleep. Or something. Forgot to mention something I learned from the SIL today: the administrators get paid the same amount as the lawyer! I didn't know administrators got paid so I guess we'll get paid from ourselves and, of course, have to pay income tax on it I guess--if the SIL is right. Sheds new light on my brother's desire to be appointed sole administrator if she's not confusing hiring an outside person with family doing it which I think is possible.