The Hawke Hunts

Paperwork, Paperwork, Paperwork. This stuff is crazy. Right now we are fighting to get a Doctor to sign the Death Certificate. 9 days after he died and 6 days after we buried him, they are refusing to sign it. A paranoid person might start thinking why not? Got something you are hiding? One doctor they said he could sign it and he refused, " I haven't seen him in 7 months and don't feel it is right. Excuse me Frito head, the Hospital Discharge record on 2/11/06 has his signature. The other Doctor he has been seeing for decades, well his office says their records show they haven't treated my Dad since 02/04, well, DUH!!! We show were he was seen by the group of Doctors 7 times last year (05) alone. Conspiracy anyone? The actual Doctor in ER won't sign because he felt it wasn't right for him to sign ... let Dad's regular Doctor sign, he said. Why am I paying for his services then? Oh, and also the Doctors Group billed the medical insurance over $100,000.00 for services for January alone. February 2004, do you say? Then I think some fraud is cooking over billing for services not performed! To muddy the waters a bit, they failed to remove Dad's defibrillator, the same one under a recall and when they repaired it last fall, they had to bring Dad back in for a wiring adjustment early this year. Why is that important, well no one can remember it going off! Even the friend that was performing CPR ... now he would have felt that. So my question now is "What happened that night?" and given this paperwork fiasco where even the E.R. Doctor who was right there won't sign, I have an inquiring mind? Did some one screw up in ER? Did the defibrillator fail as their history showed when Dad needed it the most to work its magic? In the morning if the papers aren't signed, my intention is to get a lawyer involved and the inquiring mind becomes a demanding one for answers that I can believe.

So, given all this crap things are going fairly well. Still need to fix the alternator on the van so I can come home. We had some homemade ice cream this evening and as usual, I ate too much. Tomorrow is seafood dinner at the Oarhouse.

The funny thing about this whole ordeal is mom's sonny do list just keeps growing and growing and growing. Well time to sleep because the Hawke starts hunting.