Chirp... chirp? *boom*

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Never le minde.

I am floaty, but good.  The flu is gone.  I can't do much but I am awake as often as I can be.  And I can be often, perhaps too often.  My sleep schedule is still a very strange mix of days and nights and afternoons and I have no handle on when or what will happen.  It's sort of like when you are very sick with something, only without the suffering and pain.  Medicines are very potent, and they really hit me harder than others, at least these kinds.  All good though.  I keep trying to figure out up from down, night from day, and what I can do, what needs to be done, and such.  I've never been able to even try in these states before this last set of attempts.  All good, urhm, I think?

I did get a call back from a lady at the V.A. payment center.  She seemed a wonderful woman, too.  I think she thought I might be mad.  And, well, I am.  Just not at her.  She didn't do this, or fail to do that, she is just the lady handed the problem.  I thought the hardest thing dealing with this would be to get approval, since these are so old, back to April of 2010.  Oh, sure, I had gotten approval, one way or the other, but that doesn't mean they kept a record of it, or that approval means approval.  You just have to work with the government often enough to know that it is rarely clean, neat, good, right, solid, or on task.  And, even then, they might pull up some reason to not pay.  Time is often something, regardless that it was not me... You know what I mean.

As it turns out, approval, in these cases, meant just that.  They were, have been, and remain approved for payment.  The problem?  No one tried to collect.  Either that or... well... there are other options.  As is, the conversation went well and she felt bad.  I feel bad for her feeling bad about something that wasn't her doing, but appreciated the sentiment.  Or, something like that.  I'm in a cloud, so thinking straight and writing as fast as I think can lead to... oddities.  But I simply can't edit.  In any case... that was a very good start to a, hopefully, conclusion to this harassment from creditors and maybe a clearing of my credit report.. 

She tried to contact the credit collectors, but they couldn't talk to her.  At least, not without my permission.  So, I had to call him, get permission recorded, call her back, and now wait for the two of them to speak.  I think the credit bureau didn't want to get paid, not what the V.A. was willing to pay them.  Which, actually, was the hospitals problem.  They didn't want a mandated amount.  So, they came after me.  Thinking they could harass me to death, or get me to surrender and pay them their inflated prices.  I hope they choke on the pittance.  They charge the uninsured a lot more than the insured, as is.  Money, money, money.  Criminals, if you ask me.

But, this should be sorted out before long.  And... I do get to enjoy socialized titans battle it out.  The feds almost always win those fights, when case law and procedure are mandated.  Bleh.  Later.