Really?
The longterm disability insurer ruled unfavorably on my appeal. Though how I can be officially disabled according to the government yet somehow not disabled enough I don't know. Or why it took them four months to decide. What kind of not-disabled takes four months to determine?
Instead of calling my cell phone, like I always tell her to do, my lawyer chose to call my home phone with this information. She was probably hoping I was out of the house, which I was. Her message asked what I want to do from here. Aside from burning the insurer's offices down, I want to make the insurer hurt the way they've ruined nine months of my life. But I need to know what my options really are, which depends on my lawyer actually contacting me.
Seriously, I've been in terror for most of the year. The insurer ruined 2008 for me because I was afraid of losing my disability money starting January 5 after the letter they sent me, then actually lost it at the beginning of March. I had to delay treatments and diagnoses for nine months and counting, and stress has sent my health further downhill. There should be a way to make them pay for all this.
It also really burns me that I'm also going to have to wait until my lawyer calls back to get more details and a course of action. We know how good she is about that.
Some folks suggested I go to the news with my story, but I worry about attracting the wrong kind of attention or some kind of reprisal.
My Social Security lawyer is currently talking to the regional manager about getting me my retroactive pay. This weekend I had to figure out the extent of my debts so he could tell the regional manager that I really, really needed the money they owed me. I asked him if they needed me to be homeless too. Last Wednesday I faxed a "Help!" letter to Senator Clinton's office.
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In less dire news, NowPublic asked if it could use some of my Christmas window photos for a story (for free, of course). I agreed. It's exposure, right? They're attached to "Christmas Window Displays: Saks dons Swarovski for Holidays."
Instead of calling my cell phone, like I always tell her to do, my lawyer chose to call my home phone with this information. She was probably hoping I was out of the house, which I was. Her message asked what I want to do from here. Aside from burning the insurer's offices down, I want to make the insurer hurt the way they've ruined nine months of my life. But I need to know what my options really are, which depends on my lawyer actually contacting me.
Seriously, I've been in terror for most of the year. The insurer ruined 2008 for me because I was afraid of losing my disability money starting January 5 after the letter they sent me, then actually lost it at the beginning of March. I had to delay treatments and diagnoses for nine months and counting, and stress has sent my health further downhill. There should be a way to make them pay for all this.
It also really burns me that I'm also going to have to wait until my lawyer calls back to get more details and a course of action. We know how good she is about that.
Some folks suggested I go to the news with my story, but I worry about attracting the wrong kind of attention or some kind of reprisal.
My Social Security lawyer is currently talking to the regional manager about getting me my retroactive pay. This weekend I had to figure out the extent of my debts so he could tell the regional manager that I really, really needed the money they owed me. I asked him if they needed me to be homeless too. Last Wednesday I faxed a "Help!" letter to Senator Clinton's office.
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In less dire news, NowPublic asked if it could use some of my Christmas window photos for a story (for free, of course). I agreed. It's exposure, right? They're attached to "Christmas Window Displays: Saks dons Swarovski for Holidays."