The Aftermath

Whew! Pain and then when you aren't expecting it more pain! It isn't convenient, it isn't planned, it doesn't care where you are or who you are with, it just hits. I may not have a limp or be in a wheelchair, but I believe I am disabled. It it hard to deal with, emotionally, mentally and physically. I do what I can!

Years ago I wouldn't leave the house without make-up or my hair done. Now I don't care, I'm just happy if I can get out the door. And who really cares if I show up it pick M up without make-up? No one.

Monday I got a package in the mail from my Case Manager with my insurance. It had in there a list of resource's I could call for different things. So yesterday I started down the list calling the ones I thought I could get answers from. I stopped at the FDA, after I left a message. I don't really know why, but why not? I also got a call back from the office of the President from the Medical Association in Nevada. They would like me to write a letter telling why I think I have received bad medical care (or however you say that). I asked the lady if I could take excerpts from my blog because I don't remember exact feelings or days. She said that was fine, the more the better. So I'll be working on that.

Over the weekend I wrote letters to all of my doctors, present and soon to be past requesting my records. I also fired my social security attorney. I felt that she wasn't doing anything to help me. I sent all of these certified. I figured it was a way to get their attention. I also talked to a supervisor at SSA. She said that they can't do anything until there get the records from some of my doctors. They requested records from Dr. T, 2 times and now it is my responsibility to get them. I also told Dr. M that I will not be coming back. How else do I take control back. I made an appointment with a doctor that was listed as one of Nevada's top Neurologist. Tomorrow I have an appointment to see a new attorney. I wish J or my mom could be there.