Today\’s appointment was what yesterday\’s four minutes should have been. A half hour consultation about health history, current medications and doctors, and payment options.
The SSI papertrail has begun under the diagnosis of fibermyalgia. This means I cannot officially work and declare income on my taxes for the next one to two years. Fortunately, my business manifestation has a partner, so while I slowly work on behind the scenes progress we can make it look like he is doing all the work, and I can thus legally say I cannot work. Because who the hell is going to hire someone who speaks/types about 25 words a minute now, and has to take a ten minute break every twenty minutes? Someone who cannot lift or push anything, someone who cannot hit buttons or hold a phone. Nobody but me.
Have I mentioned lately how utterly awesome self employment is?
I go into the social security office tomorrow morning to start filling out forms, or rather, to dictate to someone to have them fill out the forms. SSI could kick in within eight months. Depending on the amount of money I am granted, I could move into a new home as soon as I get my first check. With SSI all my medical expenses will be covered, plus I will get a stipend for living. And you know what that means? It means my body will finally start healing. Woohoo!
On the health agenda is daily swimming or yoga, a strict multi vitamin routine, acupuncture, massage therapy, physical therapy, and lots and lots of medication. I can accept everything but the muscle relaxers, pain killers and other medications they want to put me on. Cross that bridge when I get to it.
The relief is actually visible in my face and posture. Six months of worrying and problems are finally on their way to being solved. Hallelujah.
Instead of finishing thecounterculure.org, I may go out tonight and celebrate. I fucking deserve it.