We went to social security this morning about Malachai. We got there with time to spare for our appointment. I thought we were meeting with the man I made the appointment with. Nope. We got Jesus lady. We were called back just a few minutes after our appointment time. Good start. Malachai does his freak out, try to hide inside my chest thing. No surprise. I got him settled down, playing with my PDA. We start answering questions.

She asked about our estimated income last year. I said no one stated we would need our taxes. She said no, listen to me, I never said you needed your taxes, I need an estimate of your gross income. Well duh lady, that would be on our taxes.I have no clue what we grossed last year. We guessed. She had actually wanted a weekly, but because Michael is commission, this is always hard to answer.

We went over everyone in the house.

We went over property (easy enough, we own nothing except the car, and that is only half paid off).

We went over life insurance (which we only opened a few months ago, so it hasn’t amassed anything).

We went over Malachais diagnosis,  his doctors, his past andfuture appointments. I filled out a questionnaire that made me realize my boy is smart, but he is on the slow to non-existent end of independent/communicative.

We were told that our income to property (or however they calculate it) meant he wouldn’t be eligible for much in the way of money, but it would mean Medicaid would come into play. Which was our goal, so I did a little back-flip. In my head.

She sent the info off to Tallahassee, and we’ll hear back whenever we hear back.

There is more, but I am still kind of flabbergasted. The woman had religious sayings and whatnot all over her desk. You literally could not look at a surface and not see something God related. It figures we get her. I can’t explain it, but it started before we evn got there, I felt like I should have worn long sleeves and my hair down. I come from (hah, because I am soooo old) a time when people with visible tattoos were looked down on, we not given jobs, and it was expected they needed some sort of hand out, because that was “the kind of people they are.” Well, fuck that! So I hate having to ask for assistance like this. We wouldn’t have to if the insurance was still effective. Michaels boss is looking into ins, but he needs it for three employees (himself included), so it is not like it’s going to be a huge price break like a larger company would have (where the company pays most of it anyway). While it would be nice, I am not holding my breath that there is something out there that is decent coverage and affordable. It isn’t my faith in J that is lacking, it is my faith in the system at large.

After social security we went to HACS and had Dorian’s tuition adjusted. The payment site was still showing the original payment, and not the new adjusted one. Can’t have that. So that is all fixed. I’ve written and need to mail the check for his books and trips fund. I set up the online payments, starting in September. I need to write the checks for give/get and  the building fund. Thank goodness those wont be deposited until Feb and May.

I need to order him some new shirts for school. This never ends.

We got a dog last night. A pure-bred yorkie. She’s a rescue. She is the sweetest thing. We’re taking her to the vet on Thursday (and the next few Thursdays) for a dip to help heal her skin. She has skin allergies, and her last owners mis-treated her badly and did not take care of her skin. Once she heals up we can have her properly groomed too. She’s been (from the looks of it) shaved down except her face. Her hair is pretty short, and very thin. I want to have the hair on her face/head cut a bit more, and the rest of it trimmed evenly so it grows in proper. We’re going to send her papers into the AKC just because (it’s pretty inexpensive, and the original owner never did… I don’t plan to breed her or show her, but it’s kind of neat to have them). I can’t believe the owners paid so much for her and mis-treated her so badly She just follows me around the house or naps at my feet. Cutie.