Page views: 155 I receive so many exciting questions, which I have so far answered quietly, painstakingly and lovingly as a private message, and that's a good thing. I will continue to do so. But I often think to myself afterwards or, as I did yesterday with these three or four questions, why „only“ as a pm? Wouldn't it be nice if everyone had something...
Do I really have to read the SGB to find out how long the health insurance fund has to respond to my objection? And when does the deadline start for me to take legal action? Where does it even say that? SGB IV?
Nobody at the AOK checked anything. I sent off the application on Wednesday afternoon at four, presumably just before closing time. The next morning at 8.41am I had the rejection in the post.
In general, we live in a topsy-turvy world. In the past, a woman couldn't get enough welts. Today, women are afraid of hurting me.
Team management may not. Departmental management cannot. The PDL only parrots what the management says. The best conditions.
No time has always been an excuse for no desire. Yes. No desire. No desire to get upset. There are more important things to do.
My first post at two to, not two past twelve. I went among the poets. My carers have found my blog.
We are still talking about my eyes, nose and teeth. Not to mention my decubitus behind my ear, which of course has not improved one bit.
My ears are almost deaf. At least now I don't have to put up with my carers constantly phoning Mummy.
