Ah, the lake. So peaceful, so serene.
So many hungry ducks.
More than six dozen of those goddamn letters, now. I'm on the net several hours a day researching places to send letters to, or fine tuning letters to send out, or putting them in envelopes and stamping them, etc. My middle girl is helping me now, doing the stamps and looking up some stuff for me. I think it's good for her to be involved. I should probably involve them all.
You know what keeps going through my mind? My dad warning me that the road to hell is paved with good intentions. I think, can any of this backfire and end up hurting us somehow? If something happens, if every i isn't dotted and every t crossed, could some Uber-Bitch with an inferiority complex blame me? I've saved every e-mail between us, the ones with her telling me how to go about things, etc., but I worry. There was a time when that wouldn't have stopped me, but I'm older, scarred and wiser now. I've learned the hard way that people will do almost anything to save their own ass and the best I can do is make sure mine is covered well.
I just want to help the families. That's my focus, my agenda.
I just found out that our insurance is going to pay for my daughter's pain meds AND reimburse us for what we've already paid for them ourselves. Yea.
I'm still feeling lousy. Kids are ok right now, though.
