STD and SSDI: Who designs these things?

December 7, 2011

I visited a friend yesterday who was recovering from surgery.  He had built up a lot of sick time at work over the years, since he is generally healthy, so he will use sick days to cover his month out of work.  He has an understanding boss, who knows that he may need to take off extra time.  His health insurance covered the majority of the costs of the surgery.

He asked me how I’m doing, and how I’m managing to be out of work.  He meant financially.  My friend is smart and well-educated, but he got a new kind of education from me yesterday.

First, we discussed how my short term disability (STD) works.  I’m lucky to have an especially good plan.  We talked about how poorly my boss handled my exit, which makes me wonder if my reentry will be difficult.  We talked about how I want to return to work part time because I’m worried that returning full time will lead to a quick relapse.  Unfortunately, it is up to my boss whether or not I can return part time.  If she allows it, then I will return to work a few days a week, and STD will cover part of my salary for the days I don’t work.  Of course, at some point STD will run out, at which point I’ll just earn a whole lot less.  I should be able to cover all of my bills, but I won’t be able to put any money into savings.  Of course, I need to put money into savings more than ever, as I’ve realized that my body will force “retirement” on me much earlier than I’ll be able to afford.

Then we talked about social security (SSDI.)  We discussed how I may not even be eligible for it.  If I am eligible, then the application process is long and arduous.  Most people are denied and then need to appeal.  If I were to get approved, it could take two years.  For those two years I wouldn’t be working, so I’d be draining my savings account.  The amount I would get would be just a bit less than what my rent is now.  It wouldn’t be enough for electricity, gas, or groceries.

Now, let’s say I did get SSDI.  I have a fluctuating illness.  I have weeks and months and years where I feel better, then I feel worse.  When I feel better I could work.  But I’d lose SSDI and if I needed it again, I’d have to start applying all over again.  That’s why many people are on SSDI even though they are well enough to work.  They know that getting off SSDI now would be devastating if they ever needed it again.  So they stay on it even though they are well enough to work.

My friend just shook his head in sadness, thinking of the many, many people caught up in this horrible system.  And I’m one of the lucky ones: I have STD, I have family to fall back on, I have good health insurance, and I have a little money in my savings account.  I could be so much worse off.  But I am wondering how to pay for the acupuncture treatments that I just started today.  My health insurance doesn’t cover those.

When when I consider all of this, the insurances and the government “help” and all the rest, I just have one question:

WHO ACTUALLY THINKS THIS IS A GOOD SYSTEM?

I don’t know who it is, but I’d be willing to bet that they don’t need to use the system themselves.  If they did, they’d be working to change it.

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Up and down, down and up

December 4, 2011

I never liked roller coasters and I’m ready to get off this one right now.  Really.  No joking here.

I won’t say that I was ok with my illness fluctuations when they occurred over weeks or months, but at least I learned to handle them.  Having fluctuations every day, or even every hour, though, is so much more difficult.  Let’s take the last few days, for example.

Friday morning I felt blah, but I pushed myself to keep my lunch plans with a friend.  That cheered me up, and the fresh air helped a lot, and I felt fantastic for several hours.  By the time I got home I was completely exhausted.  I crashed on the couch for the night, watching tv and knitting.  So, that was a down-up-down-down day.

I felt lousy on Saturday, then felt worse, then felt much better for a while.  I pushed myself to go out.  Unfortunately, I wore myself out and spent the evening and night watching two different movies and knitting.  So that would be down-down-up-down-down.  Lovely.

Today was bad, but I was able to pick myself up for a while and keep plans with friends, then I felt worse, then better, then worse, then better.  So…. down-up-up-down-up-down-up.

How is anyone supposed to adjust that quickly?  Making plans with friends is getting harder and harder.  I had to leave a movie tonight partway through to rush to the bathroom.  This was worse because I was on a date!  I still haven’t figured out how to bring all of this up with him, but that’s a topic for a different post.  In the meantime, I’m just trying to figure out how to not constantly cancel on people.  Blah.

While I’m not working, I need to be busy every day so that I don’t get too lonely and/or depressed.  But it’s hard to make plans when I seem to feel lousy at some point every day, and most days I have a period of exhaustion where I don’t want to move at all.  Last night I didn’t even feel up to typing a quick blog post!

I didn’t like roller coasters as a kid at the amusement park and I don’t like them now.  I can’t wait to get off this one.

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Yes you can: asking for help

December 2, 2011

A friend of mine had surgery this week.  This was planned in advance, so he knew when it was happening.  The recovery period is one month out of work, and then a few more months with certain activity restrictions.  He knew this would be tough, so a few weeks ago, he sent out an email to all of his friends in the area to ask for help.  What does he want?

He asked people to visit with him, by phone or Skype or in person.  He asked people to cook some meals.  He asked people to help him with some errands.  Simple, right?  We’re all very happy to help.  He set up a calendar on a web site that organizes everything, so at any time I can go on there and see which days he needs someone to come by.  I can’t do his laundry or lift things, but I can visit and provide company.  Other people can’t visit in person, but they’ll Skype to keep him company.  We’re all going to do what we can.

And this made me wonder, why do so many of us have trouble asking for help?

Now, the obvious reason is that chronic illnesses are ongoing, so we’d be asking for help a lot.  There’s no simple “recovery” period.  And after all, it’s not like we know when we’re going to have a flare, so we can’t predict when we’ll need help.

But aren’t those just excuses?  Yes, we need to be careful not to be burdensome, but if I were to ask a bunch of friends to collectively do 2 things for me each week, it would be months between asking favors of the same friend.  I’m sure they’d be thrilled to help.  Many have offered.  And let’s face it, even though something might feel huge to me, it’s probably minimal for them.

I’ve always been bad at asking for help.  When the pain in my wrists was so bad that I couldn’t cut my food, I’d just put a big piece of meat on my fork and bite of bits at a time.  I bristled when my mother offered to cut my meat (I was young and still living with my parents.)  I turn down offers of help from family and friends.  I guess I’m just too stubborn for my own good, but I’m working on that.  We all need to work on that.  Dealing with chronic illnesses is hard.  Why make it harder by trying to do everything alone?  Asking for help might make it a bit less difficult.  It’s worth a shot, right?

 

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I promise you, it’s no vacation

December 1, 2011

A medical leave of absence is work.  It’s hard mentally, physically, and emotionally.  I’m sure that some people who ask about my time off as if it was a vacation mean well.  They probably just don’t know how else to ask.  They feel awkward asking directly about my health.  But then others really do seem to think that it’s a vacation.  They seem to think I’m having a ton of fun, enjoying myself, living it up.  I’m so sick of those people.  I just want them to live in my body for a day or two, just so they’ll understand.  This is no vacation.  This is hell.  I would love for it to end.  I hate my job, but I would gladly go back if it meant I was feeling better.  But it doesn’t work that way.  I feel like crap.  When I find myself watching tv in the middle of the day, I start getting depressed.  I wish I could go out more and do more.  I wish this was fun.  But it’s just not.  No, this is definitely not a vacation.

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