Dying is not for sissies! And I am not talking about the being sick part, the legal part is just as, if not more overwhelming at times than the illness itself. I guess the good news is once it is done, it is done, unlike the illness. It is another one of those things, filing things like a Power of Attorney and a Quit Claim Deed at the county courthouse make perfect business sense. I understand these are the responsible things to do. It will protect my assets (such that they are) and make the business of death so much easier for those that will be left with the actual business. Every book I have read even the Hospice social worker recommended these things be done, they even said I would feel much better knowing my "affairs were in order". Bullshit, not one of them gave me any indication that there would be an unexpected emotional kick in the ass in the process. The last time I had to do ugly stuff like this I had my sisters and a good bottle of wine. What in the world made me think I was tough enough to do this on my own, sober without sisters??? And then there was the “Gimp” pass and my ability to drive. I had to go to another Doctor to evaluate and authenticate…by the way…I will still be driving for a little while and short distances anyway. (Hospice will not sign for these kinds of things…who knew?) This has all come on the heels of a huge Medicare snafu on Friday… and that is a whole other, I want to hit someone, story!
"Drive My Car" The Beatles
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