Well, its all over but the celebrating. I will be getting my back pay fairly soon, without, I might add, proof of mental competence. Seems the last person I talked to at the Social Security office “got to thinking”. She went back and re-read the deposition 3 times and couldn’t find any thing that said I needed a personal representative to handle my finances. Woo Hoo! She ended the conversation by saying she was sending out the form to release my back pay that day. Don’t really know when I’ll be getting it, but I KNOW how much I will be getting. I have my budget all worked out. Woo Hoo!
Had a Doctor’s appointment today. It went pretty good, all things considered. Blood pressure is almost normal, blood sugar is back down below 200 and I’ve lost another 4 pounds. Had discussions about the oxygen. Seems I’ll just have to learn to live with it. My lungs seem to have been damaged a bit more than the Doctors thought from the anesthesia. Oh well. I can handle it. Don’t much like it, but I can handle it.
Today, even my OA (osteo arthritis) doesn’t bother me very much. Neither does my sciatica. All in all a good day.
Oh, I also got a “raise” at work. (My hours were increased.)
Okay so, I know, finally, that I have been approved for Disability. I know I’ll get my back pay next month and that I’ll be getting my monthly payments the third Wednesday of the month, now if I just knew how much I was getting, I’d be in hog heaven. But that may be a few weeks away…
See, here’s the thing, if you ever talk to a judge, make certain you make statements that are crystal clear. And here’s why…
The Judge asked me, at one point if I had a valid driver’s license. I said yes. He asked if I had a car. I said yes. He asked if I was still driving. I said yes. He asked if I drove myself up to the hearing and I said no. He asked why and I said…”My mother didn’t want me to drive up by myself.” Turns out I should have added, “Because my windshield is cracked and there are a few other possible mechanical problems and she didn’t want me to have any problems.”
I wasn’t clear, and now I’m having to get a letter from my Doctor that says I’m mental sound and able to handle my own financial affairs. Of course, once my sister heard, she volunteered to be my representative, for 55% of my back pay. I don’t think so. She did thank me for giving her the laugh of the year. It is kind of funny and frustrating all at the same time.
At least I do know that I’m getting my money, even if I don’t know how much yet, so, even though I misspoke at the hearing, I’m relieved and happy.