I drove to an urgent care center on the south side of Tucson today to meet with Dr. S for my physical eligibility interview for SS disability. Kind of weird, but whatever.
He was an older man of Hispanic descent. Sort of a bad toupee type wearing brogans and a striped shirt. We share some discourse on how long I’ve had MS, how it affects me, symptoms, side effects, medications, etc.
He proceeds to ask me why I moved to Tubac. I don’t know, needed a change, ready to get out of LA, blah, blah. What did I do exactly? Why did I move to Tubac, again?
I begin to feel a little bit uncomfortable. What f’ing difference does it make why I moved to Tubac? He gets this sort of Dr. God attitude and continues to question me like I’m there on a murder rap or something, yet at the same time like he’s a serial peeping Tom, undressing me with his eyes.
It totally creeped me out. Where does Lopez come from? Why’d you get divorced? You never remarried? How old are your children? Do they live with you? Do they have boyfriends? Are you a grandmother yet? It makes no sense you left LA. Why’d you move to Tubac again?
Maybe as a State employed examiner, he is suspect of people applying for disability. I felt like he should work for the TSA ~ you know those guys that stare you straight in the eye while they open your suitcase and fondle your underwear for contraband. C-R-E-E-P-Y.
I am not a criminal for pete’s sake. I am a solid tax payer with a few bad genes and I need and deserve some help, that I have paid for!
I came home and took a shower. It infuriates me that this bitter man (who obviously wishes he lived in Tubac!?) holds the keys to my financial future and lords it over me with a smirk and inappropriate prodding questions….argh! I am mad as a wet hen. I do not think I should feel totally violated from a physical examination (which thankfully I did not have to undress for!) regarding the level of my disability.
Along with the summons for the exam was a service evaluation. Bring it on!