Smarter Than a 5th Grader

As I’ve said before, I’m applying for SS disability. Everyone from my friends to my own Dr. have told me it won’t go through the first time, and that I’ll need to get a lawyer and appeal. Ah, America. Sigh. Believe me, if this thing could get cured, I’d be the first person in line to shred the application.

Anyway, about 2 weeks ago I went in for my mental exam. Similar to my sense of playing pretend during the physical exam, this consisted of playing with blocks, counting backwards and naming the current president.

The oddest thing was, when Dr. M opened her mouth and said hello, I started to cry. I am not a crier. I can see baby seals being clubbed on TV and be outraged. I can have my heart broken and drink whiskey. I can read about tsunami victims and send money. In my day to day life, I buck up. I am a bucker-upper.

So what the hell was this all about? I hadn’t even told her the name of the president yet, and here I was crying. Not a drop or two, but a full on Kleenex/not able to talk/hiccuping kind of a cry. The Dr. handed me the box of tissues and asked if this was normal behavior. I should say not!

When I was able to talk it all came pouring out. Being at a disability exam is down right humiliating. I don’t want to be disabled. I repeat. I don’t want to be disabled. Like renting the scooter, this was another landmark event bringing it all home. This time, in addition to being plain mad, I allowed myself to be sad for a change. I dipped my toe into the pity party pool for a few minutes and, truth be told, it felt good.

It didn’t last. I can’t feel too sorry for myself. When I think of all the poor baby seals and broken hearts and tsunami victims I recognize that I don’t have it so bad. I found out after spelling my name backwards and defining “foreboding” that I am still smarter than a 5th grader, and THAT is something to hang on to.

Today I am headed off for the physical side of the SSD exam. Doubtful if this time I’ll tear up, more than likely I’ll just hirple the hallway under the Dr.’s watchful eye and hopefully get a bad enough score on my gait to exempt me from future lawyers and appeals. Stay tuned.

State of Mind

The State of California has totally thrown me under the bus. I calculate that I have paid in the neighborhood of over $50,000 in income taxes over the past 10 years and have lived and worked there for most of my life. I’m 53, have been working for 35 of those years in California, and even not being very good with math, can figure out I’ve given the State a lot of money.

So when my 26 weeks of unemployment ran out, what did they do? They denied my extension and threw me over to Arizona where I now reside. Bless little Arizona, they are at best a poor cousin to their next door neighbor. I’m not surprised at the disparity…..honestly, Arizona charged me about 1/3 the amount for a drivers license as California and it’s good for like 20 years or something. No wonder they’re broke!

There are no physical UE offices here, so it all must be done by internet.  Ok, no problem. The online application asks some questions such as “have you worked out of state in the last 18 months”. I answer yes and am prompted to call in. I slogged through the phone system and finally got to an unemployment agent, and he was as nice as could be. Friendly with all the time in the world. After we discussed the SF Giants winning the 2010 World Series and his inherent dislike of the LA Dodgers because his parents were originally from SF and that’s such an age old rivalry even though he now lives in Arizona and is a Diamondbacks fan, he explained that I must file online.  I explained that the online prompts to me to call this number.  He explained back to me that I can’t file a claim without a PIN that can only be established online. Wow.

He gave me some super secret information which I will not divulge publicly here (I told him I had rooted for the Giants too, that must have done it), and I was in the system. So then I crawled back into the mire of the telephone system and waited and waited (and waited…and waited) until the next super nice agent came on. She and I had a nice long conversation about her niece who has MS and how her disability application was coming along, and how her aunt (the niece’s mom) got disability for just knee surgery and diabetes, not even anything like MS, yet the niece had been denied twice already.

I felt I was making good progress and it had only taken me about 3 hours so far. This nice lady filled out my application for me and told me it would take a few days for them to decide if I was approved or not, and I would find out by mail. Then a one week waiting period, and if things went well I could expect to start receiving a weekly check.

As you can no doubt ascertain from the amount of taxes I paid California, I was making some pretty good money back in the day. California pays out a pretty healthy weekly benefit…Arizona, not so much.

So now I have a new challenge. There are billions and billions of dollars in the global economy, and I need some of them. It’s time again to recreate myself and my wealth. Rule number one, be open to suggestions. I have some of my own nuggets, but anyone else have any ideas?