Ok, here's the scoop.

In April I had my semi-annual visit from the social worker and the public health nurse. This is a new social worker that I requested because the old one didn't do shit.

First, when the two of them came in they didn't want to sit on my dining room chairs. (I was at the computer and wasn't about to move and there is only one chair in the living room that the cats haven't wet on......long story there) so they brought chairs in from the kitchen.

The first topic on the agenda was my request to switch from meals from the nutrition center to ones from the hospital. The nurse thought there would be an issue with liability if volunteers who delivered the meals had to put them in the frig because I'm not awake when they arrive. What is the difference between putting them on the table or putting them in the frig? I had this service in the past and that is exactly what the volunteers did, put the meals in the frig.

I kept repeating this but the social worker and the nurse didn't hear me and kept arguing the point.

I suggested that the social worker talk to the hospital administrator about her concerns and her response was, get this, "That won't be my first choice for a contact. He has more important things to do." I used restraint. By now, I'm getting really pissed and said I did't care about liability. That was the hospital's responsibility and besides I'm paying for the meals. To this the social worker responded, "No, I'm paying for them." I gritted my teeth and bit my tongue in the process as I said, "No, you are wrong. Elderly Waivered Services is a federally subsidized program and I have paid for these services through my taxes for many years." Inside I was gleeful, telling myself, "Gotcha!" That shut that cow up but it was too late. She had DONE IT!

The final straw...as they were leaving the nurse asked if I wanted them to return the chairs to the kitchen. Can you believe that?! How rude! Jesus Christ, didn't you read my diagnoses?

Now my mind is racing. What evil thing can I do? Ah ha! An idea is forming.

I wrote Miss Know It All an email asking her to look into the Fare Share program to supplement my meager food benefits and some other meaningless dribble and signed the email with all my licenses which include the highest obtainable social work license in this state, the highest obtainable chemical dependency license and one I'm sure she won't recongnize, the Minnesota Society of Clinical Hypnosis license. "Let her chew on that", I said to myself as I hit SEND! Never mind that the licenses are no longer current.

So now it is three months later and I have not received even an acknowledgement from Miss K I A that she got my email much less any information about the Fare Share program which it took me four minutes to find on the internet today.

And to top that off, my toilet is plugged and the landlord has moved and disconnected the phone with no new number and he has his cell phone turned off. Ok, time for some more evil thoughts and deeds.