Not a Very Nice St. Patrick’s Day

Not that we really celebrate St. Patrick’s Day anyway. We spent all damn day yesterday in court. We’ve been trying for three years to get my mother’s disability started and yesterday was the day we got to go before a judge. I might add , the world’s oldest judge. He was incredibly polite and went through everything slowly and carefully, but it was really dragging on. I guess it seems worse to me since I deal with it everyday of my life, and he was getting all his information about my mother right at that time.

There was also an internist there and a vocational expert to testify for the government. The internist was a dick. I bit my lip so hard while he was rambling on that it bleed. He was actually older than the judge I think. In his opinion, my mom can lift 25 lbs at a time and 50 lbs, occasionally. My grandmother pinched me to keep my quiet. Our lawyer said, “What exactly in this woman’s medical history make you think she could lift that? She cannot hold a pen long enough to sign a letter?” I don’t know if it made any difference, but at least the objections were put into the records. The vocational expert was pretty well on our side though. She said it was incredibly difficult to find a possible job for mom. That what they do, go through the job market and try to find something that the person trying to get disability may be able to do. She could only come up with to possibilities and, she wasn’t that sure about them. The problem being that my mom has to have her feet elevated to waist level at all times and has to be able to use the restroom at least six times in a workday. Things like that aren’t easily accommodated in a work environment.

Anyway after two hours of testifying, mom was a wreck and we still won’t hear a damn thing for at least two months. Two damn months. Lord give us the strength to make it through. At least I have a diversion during that time.

Tomorrow is officially 35 weeks. That leaves 5 more. Is it just me, or had time come damn near to a halt? I hate waiting. I’ve never been a patient person, and being pregnant isn’t exactly teaching me any better. Seems a little futile to worry about it. She is going to come when she is ready, not on my timeline. I don’t really know why I’m bitching anyway. I still haven’t done anything to get ready.

Time to go to the doctor. Talk at y’all later.

Mandy