A social security and long term disability update to make your hair stand on end

July 8, 2014

From the first day I decided to leave my job almost 3 years ago, my top priority was to get my health back on track. Unfortunately, various forms of insurance have worked to, intentionally or not, make that as difficult as possible.

My health is my priority, but money is still necessary. I need it to pay for any healthcare that insurance (when I have it) 20120809_220808doesn’t cover, and also to pay for little “luxuries” like rent, electricity, and food. When I left my job I had short term disability insurance. I filled out one short form and had benefits. It was nothing short of miraculous! Unfortunately, the miracles ended there.

If you’ve been following this blog for a while, you know the basics: I was denied long term disability insurance (LTD,) went through a long, frustrating, stressful, difficult, expensive appeal with a lawyer, and was finally approved. What you don’t know is that when they did their let’s-see-if-she’s-still-disabled review of my medical records, they denied me again. They said I was well enough to work. Of course.

Thanks to the LTD fiasco, I had my employer-provided health insurance, then nothing, then the private insurance again (they were trying to mollify me after a big error on their part), then nothing, then MassHealth (our state medicaid), then private insurance, then nothing, and now MassHealth again. And yes, that’s all been in the last 2.5 years. And I think I left out a transition. It’s been hard to keep track, but I have a record of it someplace….

If you’ve been following this blog for a while, you know that I applied for social security disability insurance (SSDI), was denied, appealed, was denied again, appealed again, and got a hearing before a judge. What you don’t know is that…. I WON!!!! Yippee!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was certain I’d win that last round of LTD, and then I lost. I was certain I’d lose the last round of SSDI, and I won. So what have we learned from this? We’ve learned that my instinct for insurance appeal outcomes sucks. We’ve also learned that the system is horrible.

I told a bunch of friends about this, and I mentioned that I’ll have Medicare (the federally-run program) for health insurance now, in addition to MassHealth. A couple of friends who’ve been through this rushed to remind me that there’s a waiting period for Medicare. Yes, if you’re so sick that you need SSDI, they make you wait another year and a half before you get health insurance. Brilliant system, eh? But the ridiculous part is that I’m long past the waiting period! My benefits are retroactive, and I was eligible for Medicare 4 months ago!

Of course, nothing is ever easy with any of this bullshit. So even though I got the judge’s decision several weeks ago, I still don’t have benefits. I was going to wait to write this post until after I knew more, but I found out yesterday that my social security office has 60 days from the date of the judge’s ruling to process my file. It seems silly to wait another month and a half to write this, so here I am, typing about the benefits I’ve been told I’m owed, but which I don’t have. I don’t have the back payments the government owes me. My lawyer does not have her fee. I do not have Medicare. I can not use the ruling to get onto the disability-related portion of MassHealth or to get any of the other random benefits I would get with it, like a reduced-fare subway pass. Worst of all, I can not see new doctors (and I need several) under a stable, established health insurance. This probably won’t be an issue, but after everything I’ve been through, it makes me nervous.

Too much stress is bad for even the healthiest person. It’s much worse if you have an autoimmune disease, and I have several. It’s even worse if you have adrenal insufficiency, which I have. So the stress has literally been holding back my recovery. Last year, one of my medical practitioners told me that she didn’t expect me to make much more progress until the LTD and SSDI issues were resolved, because my high stress levels would impede any treatment. She agreed I was handling the situation as well as could be expected, but anyone going through it would have a lot of stress, and therefore a lot of stress hormones.

Then consider the number of hours I have put into this. I tried to keep track at one point, but it was too depressing to see. I was constantly submitting requests for medical records, following up, and reviewing the records. I had to stay on top of doctors who didn’t fill out forms completely or on time. I ferried paperwork to and from my lawyer. There was so much crap to deal with. Some weeks I didn’t do any, but others it was like a part-time job. But unlike a job, the “payment” would be either nothing, or maybe the money that I rightly deserved.

And don’t forget the financial cost. Yes, I spent money on a lawyer. I also had the uncertainty of income. A friend with chronic illnesses sees a therapist who isn’t covered by insurance. I can’t do that. She gets regular massages. My doctor and physical therapist want me to do that, but I can’t afford it. Maybe I couldn’t have done all of that anyway, but I could have made long-term decisions if I’d known I’d get the benefits I qualified for. I have worried about money more in the last 2 years than I ever have before in my life.

And now? Now it isn’t perfect. Now I’m still waiting for everything. Now I know that my monthly SSDI payments aren’t nearly enough. If I can’t return to work at least part time within 2 years (when the SSDI pack payments and my savings run out), then I will have to move in with my parents.

But now I also have less stress. I have more time. I can finally do what I’ve wanted to do for the last 2.75 years: I can make my health my #1 priority.

Please use the comments to tell your own SSDI stories. Vent your frustrations. Share your experiences. For those of us who’ve been through this, we might as well lend an ear to one another. Or write any other comments you’d like.


The “Is it worth it?” analysis

June 29, 2014

I went dancing! I haven’t been dancing in ages, and I hadn’t planned on going any time soon. But there was a street party and it looked awesome and I was with friends…. so why not? And when I say “street party” I mean a serious street party. A2014-06-27 20.36.49 major road was blocked off. There were spotlights on roofs and funky colors displayed on city hall. The music ranged from club remixes to motown to disco to whatever else you can dance to. There were congo lines in the street. A beach ball was being tossed around through the crowd. And the weather was cool and pleasant and I felt decent. So why not?

Well, I’ll tell you why not. Because pain. Because fatigue. Because sick body. Yeah, that.

But it looked like so much fun! So I asked myself, “Is this worth it?” And then I continued to ask myself that question every five minutes for the next 2 hours. Sometimes I came close to going home, but then I decided it was worth staying. The question wasn’t whether or not I’d feel horrible later or the next day. I knew I would. There was no question about that. But if I never did anything that made my symptoms worse, I’d never do much of anything (including typing this right now.) Some things aren’t worth the extra pain, fatigue, nausea, etc., but some are. And this was.

The "Is It Worth It?" Graph

The “Is It Worth It?” Graph

At a certain point, I knew I was reaching that point where it wasn’t worth it anymore, so I headed home. The fallout wasn’t too bad. I felt lousy the next day, but not as horrible as I’d have expected. I’m still recovering, but it’s going well. And I have no doubt: it was totally worth it!


Wondering why I feel good

March 22, 2014

Today is my third good day in a row! The first was actually really great. Sure, I’m still in pain, and I don’t have as much energy as most “healthy” people my age, but I’m still loving how much better I feel! The question is, what’s causing it? I want to know the cause so maybe I can make it last! Here are my current thoughts:

  1. It’s my new medication. I started the new med exactly 3 weeks before my first good day. The problem is, usually good effects are felt within the first few days on this med. The changes are right – it’s my energy that’s improved, and that’s what I’d expect from this med – but the timing is off.
  2. It’s the medication I stopped taking. At my doctor’s suggestion, I stopped taking a medication two and a half weeks ago. Since the new med hadn’t had an effect yet, I wasn’t to worried about doing both so close together. I wouldn’t expect it to have this effect, but maybe it’s an indirect cause.
  3. It’s the supplement I stopped taking. I stopped it about a week ago when I realized my most recent gastrointestinal problems started just after I added in this supplement. Two days later, my gastro problems were mostly gone, and the third day everything was as it should be. That alone wouldn’t make me feel this good (my gastro problems were fixed for months before I started that supplement, and I didn’t feel this good then) but maybe in combination with something else it’s helping.
  4. It’s daylight savings time. I have seasonal affective disorder, so I always get extra happy and more energetic when we have the extra hour of daylight. The thing is, DST started two weeks ago, and I usually feel the effect within the first couple of days.
  5. It’s a fluke. This is an odd coincidence. Usually when I have a random good day it’s just that: one good day. Not three. But maybe this is just a longer fluke.
  6. Maybe it’s something else I haven’t even thought of yet.
  7. Maybe it’s a combination of all of the above.

Some of you might wonder why I’m not considering my new CPAP machine, and that’s because I only started it last night, two days after I started feeling so much better.

Right now, #1 seems the most likely, but the timing of it just doesn’t fit. But maybe there was so much damage done to my cells, that it was just delayed in taking effect. And my doctor did say it could take up to a month. I didn’t believe him based on all of the research I’d done and what other patients said, but maybe he was right. It’s odd that I’d have felt absolutely nothing for the first 3 weeks, though, instead of a more gradual improvement. But nothing else fits as well. It’s probably that with the other things added in. I just really, really, really hope it’s not a fluke! I’m loving this feeling so much, and I don’t want it to go away! I haven’t felt this good in many months, maybe even a year or more. It’s not like I feel “healthy,” but I sure do feel a hell of a lot closer than I did four days ago. I feel like I can do more so I’m trying to do more without overdoing it. I also feel that I’m thinking more clearly, so I’m reading more and getting more out of it. I feel happier, but I guess anyone would if they saw a spark of hope after feeling so sick for so long. Still, I’m just nonstop happy.

I guess there’s only one thing I can do for now: enjoy it while I can! I’m taking walks each day. I spent more time out with friends today than I normally would. I’m still not going to the party tonight that I had already been planning to skip. Right now I feel up to it, but I don’t want to overdo it. I’m reading more. I’m trying to catch up on insurance paperwork. And mostly I’m just appreciating this feeling of being more alert. It’s not perfect, but boy, I’ll take it!


Handling the “too much”

November 14, 2013

This month’s topic at Patients For A Moment is this question:

So what do you do when you feel like everything is just too much?

I wasn’t going to answer it, but then I started thinking about all of the times I really couldn’t handle everything and how I responded to it, for better or for worse. I figured I’d share some of it. And in case the pattern isn’t clear, I’ll spell it out at the end.

The first time it was all too much was in college when I had mono. After almost 10 years of chronic pain, I didn’t think any health problems would stop me, but mono did. I took an incomplete in one class. I hated to do it, but I just couldn’t get all of my work done. Luckily, I got mono near the end of the semester, so I was able to finish the other classes. I took that one incomplete, and I made sure to finish the class early the next term. That one was fairly easy.

It was harder in graduate school. After so many years of pain and other problems, I was finally diagnosed as having an autoimmune disease for the first time. My doctor told me to get more rest and to avoid stress, two things that didn’t go well with graduate school. I knew I wasn’t coping well in general (it’s not a good sign when heating up canned soup is too hard,) so I spoke to my advisor. I only had one more term left, and I only needed the equivalent credits of one class. I figured I could manage it if I didn’t work. He agreed to let me leave the part-time job, but pointed out that meant losing my health insurance. I couldn’t swing that, so he pulled some strings. I was doing some research that term and the credits didn’t technically count towards my degree, but he found a way to make it count. Suddenly, instead of leaving the program in 4 months, I was leaving in 6 weeks! I felt like I had failed for the first time. I finished my work, passed the qualifying exam, and left. It all happened so fast. I got the degree, but it didn’t feel right. Still, I knew it was necessary.

A couple years later I was working. This was easier than school, with less stress and shorter hours. Still, it was a strain. I managed ok at the beginning, but after a while I really had trouble. I felt that if I could work less, or at least work from home, that I might be able to manage it better. I spoke to a couple of friends and got their advice. I approached my boss with a plan, asking if I could work from home one day per week, and listing the types of tasks I could do easily at home. He seemed doubtful, but agreed to a 6-week trial. That went well, and I continued it for the rest of my years there. Thank goodness! I didn’t like that I needed the day at home. I didn’t like that I needed special treatment. But boy did I feel better! Occasionally I even needed a second day at home, but I tried not to do that too often. I didn’t socialize as much as my friends did. I was too tired. But I did get out “enough,” so I figured that was ok.

The last time it was all too much was at my last job. This time, working from home wasn’t an option. And unlike before, it wasn’t simply that I was struggling. No, this time I was completely failing. After my showers in the morning, I had to lie down and rest for half an hour before I felt able to get dressed. I found myself resting my head on my desk at work. I started making mistakes in my job that I’d never made before. Every day I’d get home and feel unable to do anything more than eat dinner and watch tv. I stopped going out in the evenings. Eventually, as regular readers know, I left that job and went on disability. It was a very low point for me. I’d always sworn that I’d never let my health stop me from achieving whatever I wanted. But then, I didn’t know that the mono virus had triggered a major autoimmune disease which, after all these years, had finally wrecked my body. I had no choice but to do what my body needed.

So in answer to the question….

So what do you do when you feel like everything is just too much?

…my answer is that I stop trying to do everything. I know it’s tempting to try and push through, to do it all. I try to do that also, at least at first. But when I know I can’t handle it, when it’s just too damn much, then I cut something out, even when it’s something I thought I couldn’t possibly cut. Sometimes it’s job-related, sometimes it’s fun-related, but something has to give. I’m human. We all are. We have limitations. My limitations are not the same as my friends’, or yours, or the person who sits next to me on the train, but we all have limitations nonetheless. Trying to pretend otherwise won’t do us any good and it may do us a whole lot of harm. I don’t like it, but I also can’t change it. Instead, I do what I can to have the best life that I can within those limitations.