Panic attacks and online forms
Apr. 7th, 2009 06:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
danceswithgaryDamn it. I finally feel well enough to write something, and then I spend the day filling out the online forms for Social Security Disability. I've been having panic attacks at the thought of going through all the torture - stupid 'feeling of doom', can't take a deep breath, head between the knees panic attacks whenever I opened the damn web page. Absolutely ridiculous reaction from someone who worked for the state worker's compensation board thirty years ago.
Then again, it's probably because I know what fresh hell they put people through when they make a claim. At least I wasn't one of the people wielding pitchforks, I was the one facilitating claims against insurance companies, invoking penalties on late payments, and expediting cases to be heard.
But it's done. I'm exhausted, but the forms are filled out and submitted and now I wait...and wait...and wait some more. Then I'll get my rejection notice and I'll have to start all over again with an appeal.
wahoo
What I really dread is the thought of getting a phone call from them while Gary's gone on his thirty-five day trip and not being able to answer their questions and being forced to go out in public and encounter germs. Hello, Social Security person - woman in virtual bubble here! Did you read how many times I've gotten sick in the last three years alone?
I seriously need to get out of whining mode here.
Hold on! Just switch an 'h' for an 'r' and that first 'n' for a 't' and...writing mode!
There that's much better.
*dusts off hands in satisfaction and opens A Stop in Willoughby*
Then again, it's probably because I know what fresh hell they put people through when they make a claim. At least I wasn't one of the people wielding pitchforks, I was the one facilitating claims against insurance companies, invoking penalties on late payments, and expediting cases to be heard.
But it's done. I'm exhausted, but the forms are filled out and submitted and now I wait...and wait...and wait some more. Then I'll get my rejection notice and I'll have to start all over again with an appeal.
wahoo
What I really dread is the thought of getting a phone call from them while Gary's gone on his thirty-five day trip and not being able to answer their questions and being forced to go out in public and encounter germs. Hello, Social Security person - woman in virtual bubble here! Did you read how many times I've gotten sick in the last three years alone?
I seriously need to get out of whining mode here.
Hold on! Just switch an 'h' for an 'r' and that first 'n' for a 't' and...writing mode!
There that's much better.
*dusts off hands in satisfaction and opens A Stop in Willoughby*