|We found these beautiful shells during a walk along the beach yesterday.|
Then I went online looking for arthritis/fibro support groups and found none anywhere near where we live, here on the coast or up north.
Then a familiar feeling flooded through my entire being.
It's one of those days when things have come to a boiling point and I didn't know where else to turn. Then I remembered the solace I find here.
Once again I am under review and my health is being questioned by someone who doesn't have a lick of medical background and likes to make someone like me and my doctors jump through hoops and thinly veil threats that if we don't, my financial livelihood will be jeopardized. Nothing has changed and everyone keeps telling me because of that I shouldn't worry, they're just doing their job. But I doubt they consider how they make those of us who are legitimately ill feel while they're just doing their jobs.
I knew from the time I was originally approved that I would be reviewed from time to time, but I had no idea it would be like doing it all from the start all over again! Again. The first time was awful enough. 3 years, 2 denials (all because of a paperwork error!), 2 attorney's and going in front of a judge. The process is evasive, humiliating, upsetting and extremely worrisome. For me. Because that's what I do. When something serious comes up. I worry. A lot. A. Lot.
I feel like I'm being put through the ringer again. I am scared. I am mad. And I don't know how I am going to go through this every three to four years for the rest of my life (or until I reach the age of 'official retirement'). The rest of my life!
To say that I hate like hell that I, that we, are dependent on the fairly minimal income I receive each month is an understatement of epic proportions. It's a Godsend and a prison sentence. I have been wracking my brain every day since this review started trying to figure out a way I could replace that income, at the very least that amount guaranteed every month, with this uncooperative body and I keep coming up short.
I feel so helpless. Useless.
And I hate more than anything.
Keeping my burdens inside isn't healthy, so I am trying to release them, pray for the best and not let what I cannot control control my life.
I leave you now to watch The Prince Of Tides to the end for the first time.
Thank goodness I stocked up on tissues last week!
And Friendly's chocolate covered black raspberry ice cream bars.