Well, I feel like I'm reliving a month ago. I woke startled, feel very stressed and anxious and have basically no appetite. I'm trying to convince myself the insurance company won't pay on the large policy. That's what they'll want to do, of course. But then I have to think like that so I'm not gasping for air when it happens. I need to plan ahead like that's how things will go. I've read the policy over carefully and they don't really reserve the right to consider challenge of the policy. I think they are despicable. The due diligence should've come before the policy was written not trying to retroactively escape from their obligation. No matter that I can intellectualize their position, this just seems like outright torment of the bereaved. I'd like to vomit but I haven't eaten.
Haven't heard from my brother but got a short email last night wondering if I wanted him involved Thursday for the agent meeting. Whatever. My mental health, especially the stress level, could certainly be better right now. It's 11am, I talked to the cat, did my morning business, retrieved the bins. Still need to empty the dryer of laundry.
My head feels stuffy, like it's in a slowly tightening vice. Had rain last night; wasn't expecting it.
Almost half-past noon. I got back in bed (sitting up) for a bit and communed with the cat. Re-read the policy. Felt better. Calmer. Got food. Trying to stay on track. Trying to stay calm. Trying to stay focused.
2pm. Feeling fatigued. No calls yet today. Mail probably still 1-2 hrs away. Will probably turn in early tonight.
It's now 5:30pm. I'm feeling hungry. Got good mail today. One card security plan has paid the balance so that's out of the way. That's expected but still good that it's done. Got a letter from the lawyer, we have a date in mid-May for court now! I'm thrilled. Sort of. Hey, I can fake it!
Talked to Brother on the phone a bit. Yes, he's really still alive! The SIL hasn't stuffed the body in the overhead. He's still planning to come Thursday for the insurance meeting. He agrees it's asinine on their parts but I'll play that game and just not expect anything good to come of it. Bastards. He doesn't know when the hospital will release Mother either. Ok, it's a joke but we're both kind of feeling that way. He says the car driver door part won't be fixed because only Mother could say it wasn't prior existing and caused in the accident. She's unavailable. So we'll just suffer. It's hard to notice anyway. I could use a nap but I think that's my stomach demanding food saying feed me or be sleepy.
It's just after 8pm now. I've been sorting bags of "stuff" into "shred" and "trash" bags. Just got a call from the woman handling the case for the large insurer, she needed the appointment moved up to early tomorrow afternoon. I agreed. Called Brother but he can't make that time, he's got a presentation to attend at work. At least I know I can sleep in a bit if I like and I was regretting having him over for this anyway just because of the unpredictability. Don't need him getting upset. Wish me well tomorrow! Now I'm back to my sorting. Oh so fun it is!
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Stop panicing over the meeting!
You never know, maybe you are their millionith payout and they are bringing a giant novelty cheque for 10 times the normal amount??
It's better that Brother isn't there... he would just beat the lady up and demand they write him a cheque for 10% of the amount (or put you on the spot and force you to share it).
Chill!
I can't help it. Heh. You're right, it's better he isn't here. He would just make me more stressed since I consider him "unpredictable" in emotional terms. He might spaz.
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