I'm totally sick of snow. Snow, slush, ugliness. It's a truly beautiful thing when it's crisp and clean on the ground.. but when it gets to the point where you have to tiptoe around your parked car to get in it to avoid getting crap all over your pant legs and inside your socks... it's time to say buhbye to the cold and snow. According to the weatherman, we're supposed to be in the upper 30s this entire week. I wish with all my heart we'd go up to the 40s.. so I could throw N in the stroller and pop M in the moby.. and just walk. To Walgreens for my prescription. To Target to get N some shoes or whatever else we need.. or to Jewel for milk. I just feel like I have 100% dependence on everybody else. I'm 19, mother of two, cam't drive and doesn't even own a car. I don't even own a bike! Tax money is unfortunately going to the bills because we got carried away last year and had to buy everything to get us moved into our new home. We also bought a new bed, fridge, TV, among other things. We're pretty far in the hole. And we need a car. NEED NEED NEED.
And now, for the promised Medicaid rant. Back in early December, I spent two days for a total of 8 hours (or more) in that office. They had sent me a letter stating they were going to cut my coverage and they needed proof of pregnancy. So, I walked my 38 week pregnant butt in there and gave them all they wanted to know. Caseworker said I'd be fine and I was still covered. FAST FORWARD to yesterday afternoon. I saw a letter from DHS and thought it was hubby's approval. Nope. They said they're cutting me off 2/1/10. WTH? So I called the caseworker. Mailbox is full. I called their supervisor. MAILBOX IS FULL. So I've got to spend next week straightening sh-t out.
Egh, anyways... M and I have THRUSH!! NOO!!
Yeah. We do. And it sucks. We're on Nystatin and diflucan and I'm walking around topless. Fun fun fun...
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