Red Wing 11pm 1-22-2018

My Next Life… George Carlin

I want to live my next life backwards: You start out dead and get that out of the way.

Then you wake up in a nursing home feeling better every day. Then you get kicked out for being too healthy. Enjoy your retirement and collect your pension.

Then when you start work, you get a gold watch on your first day. You work 40 years until you’re too young to work.

You get ready for High School: drink alcohol, party, and you’re generally promiscuous.

Then you go to primary school, you become a kid, you play, and you have no responsibilities. Then you become a baby, and then… You spend your last 9 months floating peacefully in Spa-like conditions – Central heating, room service on tap, and then…

You finish off as an orgasm.

So, Sven sez…

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Ole and Sven die in a snowmobiling accident, drunker than skunks, And go to Hell. The Devil observes that they are really enjoying themselves. He says to them ‘Doesn’t the heat and smoke bother you?’ Ole replies, ‘Vell, ya know, ve’re from nordern Minnesooota, da land of snow an ice, an ve’re yust happy fer a chance ta varm up a little bit, ya know.’

The devil decides that these two aren’t miserable enough and turns up the heat even more. When he returns to the room of the two from Minnesota, the devil finds them in light jackets and hats, grilling Walleye and drinking beer. The devil is astonished and exclaims, ‘Everyone down here is in misery, and you two seem to be enjoying yourselves?’ Sven replies, ‘Vell, ya know, ve don’t git too much varm veather up dere at da Falls, so ve’ve yust got ta haff a fish fry vhen da veather’s dis nice.’

The devil is absolutely furious. He can hardly see straight. Finally he comes up with the answer. The two guys love the heat because they have been cold all their lives. The devil decides to turn all the heat off in Hell. The next morning, the temperature is 60 below zero, icicles are hanging everywhere, and people are shivering so bad that they are unable to wail, moan or gnash their teeth. The devil smiles and heads for the room with Ole and Sven. He gets there and finds them back in their parkas, bomber hats, and mittens. They are jumping up and down, cheering, yelling and screaming like mad men.

The devil is dumbfounded, ‘I don’t understand, when I turn up the heat you’re happy. Now its freezing cold and you’re still happy. What is wrong with you two?’

They both look at the devil in surprise and say, ‘Vell, don’t ya know, if hell iss froze over, dat must mean da Vikings von da Super Bowl.’

Getting Screwed by Home Health Providers

Getting home health care via Medicare can be a helluva struggle – I’ve run into instances when care has been denied patients who aren’t expected to improve -e.g. cancer patients- even though the law explicitly says such sufferers are eligible. Of course, if you challenge the demi-gods running home care you’ll be on their shit-list forever so be forearmed with a lawyer who understands…
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Home care agencies often wrongly deny Medicare help to the chronically ill

Recipients are unable to use their Medicare for home care and instead pay out of pocket for that service
Susan Jaffe, Kaiser Health News01.22.2018•2:58 AM This article originally appeared on Kaiser Health News.
https://www.salon.com/2018/01/22/home-care-agencies-often-wrongly-deny-medicare-help-to-the-chronically-ill_partner/

Colin Campbell needs help dressing, bathing and moving between his bed and his wheelchair. He has a feeding tube because his partially paralyzed tongue makes swallowing “almost impossible,” he said.

Campbell, 58, spends $4,000 a month on home health care services so he can continue to live in his home just outside Los Angeles. Eight years ago, he was diagnosed with amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, or “Lou Gehrig’s disease,” which relentlessly attacks the nerve cells in his brain and spinal cord and has no cure.

The former computer systems manager has Medicare coverage because of his disability, but no fewer than 14 home health care providers have told him he can’t use it to pay for their services.

That’s an incorrect but common belief. Medicare does cover home care services for patients who qualify, but incentives intended to combat fraud and reward high quality care are driving some home health agencies to avoid taking on long-term patients such as Campbell, who have debilitating conditions that won’t get better, according to advocates for seniors and the home care industry. Rule changes that took effect this month could make the problem worse.

“We feel Medicare coverage laws are not being enforced and people are not getting the care that they need in order to stay in their homes,” said Kathleen Holt, an attorney and associate director of the Center for Medicare Advocacy, a nonprofit, nonpartisan law firm. The group is considering legal action against the government.

Federal law requires Medicare to pay indefinitely for home care — with no copayments or deductibles — if a doctor ordered it and patients can leave home only with great difficulty. They must need intermittent nursing, physical therapy or other skilled care that only a trained professional can provide. They do not need to show improvement. Those who qualify can also receive an aide’s help with dressing, bathing and other daily activities. The combined services are limited to 35 hours a week.

Cats Reverie Interrupted

MILLIONS MARCH… Bigger Than EVER

We never had turnouts like this in the ’50s, ’60s, and ’70s… Trump keeps pissing us off, someday soon there could be 15 or 20 MILLION people show up in D.C. and take T and his criminal gang out of town on a rail

the Trumpocalypse

I am sooo tired of all this bloody adulting…

It was immeasurably better to be thinking about going to Goose Lake with Grandpa Howe and ice fish for crappies and sunfish in his nice, warm icehouse, then heading back home when it started to get dark and the temp started reaching down so low alcohol thermometers weren’t much good.

After we cleaned the fish and put ’em in the woodshed to freeze, we brought in a night’s worth of firewood for the kitchen range and the living room stove and hauled the ashes out to spread on the driveway for traction.

Grandma’s kitchen smelled terrific, what with huge frying pans of butter-fried chicken with mashed potatoes ‘n gravy, and boiled carrots for supper; then there was still hot blueberry pie on the sideboard to contemplate.

Afterward we’d all sit by the radio in the living room and listen to Fritz Reiner and the Chicago Symphony until the food and the hot stove pushed us all to bed after taking the dog out a last time…