Roller coaster…

I haven’t posted in some time due to house guests, another trip to CA, taxes, etc. but I think the main reason is I’ve been processing ~ deeply processing.

You see, after I got turned down for disability I did a bunch of research on things. The unhappy statistics I uncovered included that first time applicants were turned down something like 60% of the time, and 2nd time reconsideration applications were turned down 85% of the time. Shit. Not good odds.

I also was counseled to look up attorneys on this certain website and see how they stacked up with peers and clients. So I Googled and researched and emailed and Googled until my poor numb fingers were like cold dead fish. The net result is I’m filing my appeal myself with the help of some great books (thanks Robin and Rudy!); some A-one letter writing coaching from a friend who has worked extensively in disability law (you know who you are); and lots of good advice from the National MS Society website.

I found an attorney here in Tucson who comes very highly rated by the lawyer/peer rating and also also by friends here who have used him. I figure if I have to take this one step further to a judge, I want someone local rather than some slicker from NJ.

That decision having been made, I hirpled down to the SS office in Nogales to get some application paperwork (the filing online website being inoperable for some reason). I met with a very nice lady who set me up with what I needed. In the course of the conversation, I asked her a question: If the state sees me as disabled (so no unemployment benefits) yet the Federal government does NOT see me as disabled (so no SS benefits) then what the fuck does she suggest I do for some income!? (Ok, that was my inside voice. I actually asked her very politely).

She suggested I head around the corner to the Arizona Department of Economic Security. This is where the pondering and the processing started.

I went in and grabbed an application. Apparently, with zero income, I am conceivably eligible for food stamps and state subsidized health care.

Hmmm…..let’s look at this for a minute.  I own 2 homes. I own a car (a BMW no less). I have money in the bank. I have a stock portfolio. I have no debt beyond my mortgages.I have MS. I have no income. I have limited physical energy resources. I hirple. I’ve paid into the system and played by all the rules for almost 40 years. I don’t think I should be forced into living in squalor before I get the help I believe I’m due.

Anyway. I take note of my surroundings and one very stark and striking fact becomes clear:  I am the only non-Hispanic person in the room. When I take my application up to the clerk she says to me, “is this for YOU?!” I assure her that it is, take my seat and jump on a roller coaster of emotions that, in no particular order, go like this:

Anger, humiliation, fear, righteousness, embarrassment, fury, shame, frustration, sadness, pity and mortification. That’s off the top of my head. At one point I wanted to scream. At one point I wanted to be deified. At one point I started to cry.

I’m not a big fan of “Why Me”, I mean, heck, “Why Not Me?”. This however was one major eye-opening experience. The gamut of emotions and thoughts that ran through my head included some that I am too ashamed of myself to admit here publicly. One big take away for me was this: every politician from your local rural mayor to Mr. Obama himself should all be required to enter into this system for even just an hour or so. It is extremely humbling, to say the very least.

God bless America, I think.

 

Cat Scratch Fever

Today I’m feeling just disconnected and at sea. Disability attorneys. Paperwork. CASDI. Doctor’s reports. Forms. SSDI. Health insurance. More forms. More paperwork. And really, what the hell do I know about hiring attorneys and filling out government forms? I probably shouldn’t say this out loud, but it is b-o-r-i-n-g, to say the least. And extremely overwhelming, too. Blech.

Overseeing this endless computer drudge are Cleo and Clark. Now Clark likes to sit on my lap and look fabulous while I’m trying to type. Cleo on other hand, is a scrappy, bitter hag of a cat. She does this spooky staring thing that just creeps me out. She meows really loudly and persistently. If you try to touch her however, she hisses, growls, spits, scratches and basically is just one old grumpy gal. Considering she’s pushing 17 or so (what’s that in cat years, like 300?) I imagine I’d feel pretty bitter too.

One day she was boring holes into the back of my head when I was making bread using a mixer. I became so frazzled that I lifted the paddle out of the mixer while it was still powered on and bread dough went flying all over the kitchen ~ floors, ceiling, counters, cabinets.  This made me more than a little nuts, so I threw her outside where she proceeded to ensconce herself  on the doorstep of the glass paned door and STARE at me some more. I closed the shade and considered a shot of scotch. This cat unnerves me!

Cleo adores Kate. Whenever she comes to visit that cat is the nicest, sweetest little kitty you’ve ever met. I keep trying to get Kate to take her back to California which she declines to do, because I think deep down, my friend knows she really is possessed by demons.

And the Verdict Is In……

Well I got some good news today. Turns out that despite the MS diagnosis, the baclofen, the 3 day naps, the walker, the hirple, the walking stick, the solu-medrol infusion, the hand numbness, the scooter, the endless Dr appointments, the tripping, and the exhaustion, according to the US government I am not disabled after all. Whew! What a relief!

In spite of receiving this happy missive this morning in the mail, it prompted somewhat of a mini-melt down on my part. Fair enough, I think. There went Plan A out the window and for the first time I felt hopeless, frustrated and quite frankly, afraid. Egad, now what!?

I will sort this out. It will take time, patience, perseverance, smarts and not a little cunning. I need to let the state of Arizona know ~ maybe they’ll take me off their disabled list since Uncle Sam says it isn’t so? A little unemployment aid would come in handy right now….

In the meantime, now that I am able, I think I am going to go for a run. Or wait….maybe just a hirple with my walker instead.

Plan B

My brother Dave called me the other night. He’d been reading my blog and was alarmed on my behalf that I have no income. Rightly so. I’m a little bit alarmed too. Unfortunately, when he called, I was suffering from some back pain ~ apparently I pulled a muscle while sleeping. Really? How the hell does that happen? I am totally down (albeit really bored) with having MS, but back pain? No way.  Although the pain is now mostly gone (it’s easing it’s way down my leg and out my toes), it has left me a little grumpy.

Now Dave was asking me if I have a Plan B. That got me thinking, do I even have a working Plan A? I suppose it is to get approved for Federal SS disability and work part time marketing produce (which I’m finding I really enjoy), consulting with my brother-in-law on his fishing websites, the occasional wedding with Anna, and of course, the ever profitable cow headbands.

Plan B. Finding, falling and marrying a rich rancher. Winning the lottery. Discovering uranium under my floorboards. Actually Plan B looks pretty much like Plan A, only more of it. Work. Work. Work. I’ll get my piece of that 50 trillion dollars Dave, don’t you worry.

The Best Time

It’s been 10 months since I was laid off from my cushy, six figure job, that I really no longer enjoyed, nor excelled at. Despite going from $10,000 per month to $0 per month income, I am having the best time!

I think it’s because I am learning again, so consequently I feel energized and engaged in my life. Granted, it can be a little scary some days, but due to good planning on my part (I surprised even myself) I still have some time before I need to move into my car.

Writing this blog has proven to be one of my favorite activities. In just one month I’ve had over 725 unique visitors (that’s pretty darn good!) and am now rated on Alexa.com at 18,279,024. Google better watch out~ I’m coming up from behind! Lisa is encouraging me to monetize and has sent me some very interesting and exciting articles on how to do that, so check in early and often please to keep those traffic numbers growing!

In addition to blogging and making headbands with Anna, I’m also writing for some friend’s websites (construction and real estate). Anna and I are doing floral arrangements for a wedding next weekend in California. My good friend V. from Nogales is teaching me about produce marketing which I’m finding really fun ~ it’s a nice change from microphones. That being said, one of my old partners in crime is looking into some opportunities he might have available for me back in the music/pro audio world; and my brother in law wants to tap into some of my advertising brain power for his commercial fishing websites.

See? Doesn’t that sound way more fun than doing the same job year after year for a big, feckless corporation that changes management like the oil in your car? As I’ve said before, with the global economy worth somewhere in the neighborhood of 50 trillion USD (that’s $50,000,000,000,000) snagging a little piece of it to cover my ass-ets doesn’t seem too daunting now, does it?

As I Hirple Along, Singing a Song: Updates on Cows, Disability, Unemployment and More….

I was just reading some past posts and figured anyone following this blog must be dying for some follow up info, so:

1. 10 cow headbands almost drove Anna mad. She made them, she grumbled, and now we’ve gotten  an order for monkey headbands. I kid you not. The good news is the horseheads sold, as did 8 others in addition to the custom order cow headbands, so now we are both getting ready to retire. Monkey headbands, really? This is the gravy order, no doubt.

2. The follow up to the solu-medrol is a new prescription for a muscle relaxant called Baclofen which apparently is specifically for MS patients who hirple. I just started it and will post as I progress…but I think it might be working already ~ I WALKED .60 MILES TODAY with only a walking stick! This is huge and I am happy!

3. Arizona sent me a letter confirming that I cannot get unemployment as I am disabled. Huh. Ok, so with no Fed decision yet, I am getting exactly ZERO help from any of the entities that I have paid into for 35 years. Something feels very wrong with this system.

4. Believe it or not, I found fresh Dungeness crab at the Tubac Market last night and as it is one of my favorite things in life, I bought one as a treat. Last night was the famous Lopez red sauce with a baguette and sauteed spinach, tonight is a carrot soup with Dungee crab…can’t wait for this! In the process I found this really cool food blog. Here is the recipe: http://butterpluscream.blogspot.com/2010/02/carrot-soup-with-dungeness-crab.html

Moo!

Not sure if it’s post holiday blahs or what, but feeling a general sense of malaise and ennui the last few days. Perhaps I’m still just gnashing my teeth over the feeling of violation by Dr. S. Per his request, I had the reports of my last first and last MRIs (2002 and 2008) sent over to him, so we’ll wait and see what my verdict is.

I’ve been spending my time doing some writing for a couple of web sites and making felt creations to sell at my friend’s studio. Anna made a bunch of money over the holidays, so I’m stealing her ideas and creating  headbands with little felt flower designs on them. I made $40 in one day, so I think we’re on to something here.

One lady bought a headband with a cat design on it and then requested one with a horse head on it. Oh, shit. A horse head? Really? I sent that request over to Anna and she came up with the most fabulous design. I showed that to another woman, who then said, “Oh I love it! Can she make me a cow? I’ll take 10 of them.”

So California can throw me under the bus, Arizona can kick me to the curb why they decide what to do with me, SSD can wind me up and send me in circles ~ but damn it ~ I’ll show them all up and survive by living on felt cow headbands.

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?