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(Our scheduled meeting with Kim Evans, director of social services at the Chemung County Infirmary, and Connie Lido, head nurse there, took place at about 1:40 This afternoon. Jane was eating lunch when they came in to 330. The meeting went about as planned. I suppose both sides scored points, or exchanged information, but I told them we weren’t signing any admission papers. Jane told them she didn’t want to go there. We received an unwelcome surprise when Kim told us that on November 18 Fred Kardon had signed a paper stating that Jane no longer required acute care. We hadn’t been told this.
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(I went over to the Infirmary’s office with them after the meeting to get a bunch of papers Kim wanted to give me, because doing it this way would save me an extra trip sometime later. While there I expressed quite plainly my opinion that Jane and I were being manipulated, that I was getting mad at everybody. I wanted her to get that message, and told her Pete H. would be calling. She gave me a lot of figures I only partially understood. She also asked me about Jane’s assets. When I gave a rough estimate, she said that ruled out applying for something called Hill-Burton funds for payment toward the insurance bill, I believe. In other words, one has to be indigent before any help is offered, it seems.
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(In short, I told Kim Evans, the system stinks, and I’m mad about the whole thing. So be it. As I told Jane when I got back to 330 around 3:00, all even the Infirmary wants is the money—that’s why they’re suddenly interested in her, because her name is moved up the list, and they know that somehow they’ll make a profit on the deal, either through self-pay, insurance, or whatnot. In the meantime, when she wasn’t available, they didn’t give a hoot.
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(Pete also wants a copy of Steve Blumenthal’s last letter, so I’ve made a copy of that to mail him with the Infirmary material today. I’ll stop at the post office to pick up some Christmas stamps. What’s Christmas?)