I took my laptop to my appointment with the neurologist today and wrote the following whilst I was waiting to be seen (he was running almost 2 hours late):
Blogging from the doctor’s office
I’m constantly amazed at the people I meet in doctor’s offices. Truly. Today I overheard (you couldn’t help but overhear, this woman was talking so loud) about how her cousin had torched his car for the insurance money and had got caught. She mentioned to her friend about how she was feeling queasy, and her friend ( a morbidly obese lady in a motorized wheelchair) replied “well, tha’s prolly the nerves tha’s got to do with yer stomach bein’ all messed up”. Lady number one said that her husband felt the same way, and lady number too said “ooh! He want could do with seein’ the neurologist too! Might could be that because he’s kin to you, you could have passed on that there messed up nerve to ‘im!”.
*sigh*
Fuckin’ hillbillies. I felt like saying “actually, you probably both had a virus, that’s all. No nerve that I know of can mess with your stomach like that” I didn’t, of course. They think I’m hoity toity as it is because I’m sitting here with my laptop.
Whilst I was waiting today, I learned all about the subtleties of the disability system – how to manipulate it so’s you can stay on it for….well, the rest of your life. It’s no wonder people with a TRUE disability are so reluctant to apply. There’s such a stigma attached to it, mainly because of people like the ones sitting next to me right now. She’s probably reading this. I hope she is, actually.
The one that’s in the wheelchair is saying about how all her problems come from her weight (I’d guesstimate 300lbs, easy). She has diabetes – because of her weight. She has diabetic neuropathy – because of the diabetes because of her weight. She has back problems – because of her weight. Any orthopedic surgeon will tell you that your back benefits from losing weight. So, it would seem to me that if she lost some weight, her medical issues would diminish and she might feel better. But then she’d lose her disability, wouldn’t she? She might have to go to work to EARN money. So, it’s not really in her best interests to lose any weight or try and get herself into better physical shape. There’s no incentive. So, she’ll carry on scooting around in her wheelchair, seeing endocrinologists and neurosurgeons, taking more from the disability payment system than she ever put in. That really aggravates me, because I know some people who really could qualify for disability but who are so discouraged from applying because it’s so difficult to get.
Take LW, for example. She qualifies because of her RA and HepC, but she didn’t apply until last year….and when she did, she found that she qualified. MM too – he’s another one. ParaTed…he should be on it if he’s not on it already.
I guess my point is that sitting in a Medicare doctor’s office really makes me aware of the state this country has got itself into with disability payments. We’ve made such a ‘nanny state’ that folks simply don’t have any incentive to do for themselves…because the government will do for them. In fact, that’s a pretty accurate description of the entire welfare system – don’t worry about doing for yourselves, because the governmental safety net will take care of what you won’t.
Ha! Check this out: my doctor says I’d qualify for disability! How fucking ironic is THAT?!!! I’m not going to apply. Why, you ask? Because we don’t need the money. We’re doing alright for money as it is. I don’t need a disability check, and I sure as hell am not going to take advantage of something I don’t need.
I will not become that which I detest.
(P.S.) I'm also off percocet regularly (I have some, but it's for emergencies) and on a fentanyl patch instead. I've been reassured that it's the best treatment for me right now.....better pain control as I wear less and less of the brace and start doing more and more. Plus, I put one on and don't have to worry about it for 3 days. Better than percocet every 4 hours, huh? I just hope it doesn't make me feel stoned all the time. Stoned every once in a while is okay, but not all day every day)