It has been a grueling day. Looks like disability will be declined - since I have a home office they don't see why I can't continue to work. I have called a lawyer. My doctors are all writing letters. My clients are writing to say they can't give me the projects they used to since I just can't get them done fast enough.
I have gone from having one case worker to a flock of people who all lose things and forget things and give contradictory information.
We are in the 'beat the disabled woman down' phase of the process.
God Bless America. The next GOPer who says all an American needs is "entrepreneurial spirit" and "hard work" is going to get a cane up the right side of their ass, that will keep them from talking.
But as Scarlet said - "I'll rant about that tomorrow"
I can't sleep so I started roaming around blogs and came upon my sweet little friend EMPEROR'S blog. I had asked youse guys to go by and read his spelling word story and encourage him - and you did. And that made me happy.
And I started re-reading all the lovely comments about Hope Mia, and that made me smile.
So at 2 in the morn, when you really feel like the world just sucks the Buffalo Big One you can find reminders that people are thoughtful and full of spirit and grace.
Thank You for Being Who Each and Every One Of You Is ...
And as always, there is Hope ...
update for Uncle Thom - hehehehehehe
who asked how this saga started ...
I tore ankle tendons last August. 2 casts and 3 months later I was worse, not better. Since I have scoliosis it appears that limiting the movement of my ankle and leg caused the counter rotation of my gait to be so thrown off that I now have torn muscles everywhere along with "a compromised and deformed skelatal system"
At the onset of the injury I just kept working - I literally crawled down the stairs to my office and I would work around the clock to make up for how slow I was. I have always worked and could not imagine any other way. Plus I didn't know that I was getting worse. I did need to turn down the more demanding jobs along with those that required travel. And so income fell and then my health insurance went up and I lost it.
At the same time the Dr. said I needed 3 different surgeries, PT, and perhaps a brace. I have paid into a private disability policy since the day I went out on my own - 15 years now.
When I get up the energy I will fill in more of the story