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Friday, March 28, 2014

Simple...but not easy



In 2000-2001, I was a switchboard operator in Baltimore, MD. On slow days I worked on organizing the storage room and one day I found some cassette tapes of Les Brown's and Zig Ziglar's. I wasn't familiar with these guys, but I liked what I read on the tape sleeves. They had been there so long that no one who was still working there remembered buying them and my wonderful boss, Pam said I could take them home.

I listened to those tapes in my car during my commutes, many things that I heard were foreign concepts to me at that time but I remember sitting in the parking lot of my apartment complex after a long drive home because I wanted to hear more!

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Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Further astonishment at the failure of our healthcare system

And other rants...

I started paying taxes when I was 14 at a summer job and worked throughout the rest of my high school years, in my senior year working two part time  jobs. I've worked consistently and hard ever since - the longest time without a job before I became disabled was after being laid off when the company I was working for went bankrupt & I collected unemployment for 5 months. I didn't linger on public assistance and the only thing I feel entitled to is receiving the benefits that I paid into the social security system - it is social security INSURANCE  after all.
in·sur·ance noun
1. a practice or arrangement by which a company or government agency provides a guarantee of compensation for specified loss, damage, illness, or death in return for payment of a premium.
But instead, the government took  5 long years to finally approve my disability claim, denying it again and again despite multiple doctors disagreeing with them. How many people can afford to pay their bills for 5 years without an income? I couldn't. This resulted in multiple evictions and a credit rating that was so bad I couldn't even open a credit union account. I sold everything I could, including, eventually, my car.  When I was finally approved for disability benefits, every penny that I received from food stamps over the years I spent waiting was paid back - and I am ok with that.  Although, that money (About $6,000 I think)  would have been enough to get a car again and become more independent from the government but instead it was given back to the system - and there are countless examples of  how wasteful the government is with funds  (according to this source nearly $30 billion was wasted in 2013 - that's billion with a B!) Yet, so many people complain than the needy & "entitled" people are draining the system and the cause of our deficit. *sigh*

When my monthly disability check kicked in, I no longer qualified to receive AHCCCS, despite there being a 24 month waiting period from the governments "date of disability" (which doesn't start until 6 months after the date the Doctors declare permanent disability)  for medicare to kick in. So, for 30 months, someone who the government acknowledges is disabled (and therefore, logically, in need of ongoing and expensive medical services) is left to fend for themselves - and more than likely with horrible credit.  My situation is far from unique, the SSA says it takes an average of about 2 years for a claim to be approved - that is if they approve it the first time, which basically only happens any faster when you are on your death bed.

Lack of affordable health care is still preventing me from getting the treatment I need and I am far from the only one.  In 1998 this woman was charged more than $50,000 for one of the procedures recommended for me by the neurosurgeon- a laminectomy, and in 2008 this guy avoided the $75,000-$100,000 it would have cost to get the multi-level lumbar disc replacement surgery that the  the orthopedic surgeon recommended for me - by being part of a medical study for the experimental discs. Those are just two handiest examples of countless others going through this or worse.

 I finally (with much assistance from Kendra at Representative Ron Barber's office) got medicaid pushed through and back dated to January 1st, 2014 (which has little impact considering the surgeons wouldn't even schedule an appointment until I had Insurance). I finally got in to see the spinal surgeon on February 24 and on March 1st my medicare kicked in.  Apparently this happens automatically (and they deduct the premium automatically) if you don't mail them back the card saying you don't want it. The fact that I can not get to the mailbox in my wheelchair makes that difficult and now if I cancel it there is a penalty. I don't know what the penalty would be yet because the number that is supposed to answer these questions has had a message for the last 2 days stating they are unable to take calls due to technical difficulties and the day before that they hung up on me several times after waiting on hold.  There is  program that if I can work they will let me keep both insurances and pay the premium. They're main # is also unavailable due to technical difficulties. I called their non-toll free number & left a message.*

Having medicare makes receiving health care much LESS attainable in my circumstances - the math of someone on a fixed income (not just me, but true for so many marginalized populations, your parents and grandparents, disabled veterans) paying 20% of their surgeries and hospitalizations, not to mention monthly prescription costs and specialist co-pays....granted, math isn't my strong suit, but because the premium is 10% of my income , my rent is 50%  of my income,  and since I'm not medically cleared to lift more than 5 pounds I have to pay to have groceries delivered - not cheap, plus utilities and I do choose to spend on internet, but no cable. As it is, I was living paycheck to paycheck and now that the premium has been deducted automatically, this means calls to the utility company to request an extension and that the groceries I bought at the beginning of the month have  to last until my April check comes in.

With a lot of effort I can shower twice a week now - up from once a week. Still can't do laundry. I have 4 pair of pants that fit enough not to fall down too much and they haven't been clean in awhile. Since I got out of the hospital on January 27th to be exact. A friend and neighbor went out of her way to insure that I came home to clean dishes & laundry in addition to taking care of my dear Charly & Glitch while I was in the hospital.

My doctor referred me to a home health care place which can provide medical equipment to make maneuvering in a wheel chair easier, but also a portable ramp that would allow me to traverse the steps and go for a "roll". The other important thing that has been Doctor recommended since last April - shower bars. I managed to spend my savings on a shower chair, cane and grabber, but that in addition to my chiropractic bills & the veterinarian bills for Charly  have left me without the option to pay for those things out of pocket anymore. If it hadn't been for a friend giving me a wheelchair then I would be much worse off.  But the bottom line is,  had it been handled appropriately, I would have had my insurance on January 1st and would have made some actual progress - I think I could have at least gotten the recommended epidural shot before it switched to Medicare since it took about a month to schedule through Indian Health (after many, many calls - they originally set it for August and even though I would have to go to a medical center 2 hours away for the procedure, they could set it up 6 weeks sooner than through the Orthopedic Institute.  There is a fair chance that the epidural shot would relieve enough of the symptoms to delay having surgery, although it wouldn't solve any of the structural damage to the discs, it would reduce the nerve inflammation enough that it wouldn't be compressing the nerve that limits my ability to stand and I could regain a decent amount of function.

The spinal surgeon confirmed what my PCP told me, that the feeling I have already lost in my left leg is gone forever and there is nothing they can do to get it back. Eventually the compression of the L4 sciatic nerve  would cause the same permanent damage to the nerve that allows me to stand (which is already shaky & my leg drops like a ton a bricks with no warning). Hmmm, permanent nerve damage that prevents standing or feeling -what's that called again? Oh, yeah, permanent paralysis!  

According to ALTCS (a program for long term health care issues designed to help people who fall off of medicaid but still have medical needs)  I don't qualify for help from them either because , although I can not safely reach or stand things in the kitchen to prepare  food the representative sat in my living room and said "It doesn't matter if you can't reach food to prepare it, as long as you can lift a spoon from the plate to your mouth" they can't cover me.

(Luckily?) I rarely have visitors and of the handful (well, I think 5 would be a handful and I've had four regular visitors, so handful-ish) that I have had over the last 6 weeks , I've known two for a decade and two for more than 6 years. Thankfully, they care enough *not* to care how dirty and smelly my clothes are.

I've lost one visitor for good - the one who called me "Love Bug" and as hard as it is to further diminish  my social circle, (and my ego boosts) he had been lying about a pretty important thing - the state of his marriage. When I figured that important detail out everything changed. As of yesterday I told him not to contact me anymore and go to counseling with his wife. I am SO ready to break the pattern of falling for unavailable men and I look forward to the day when I can easily go out in the world, which I'm convinced will drastically increase my chances of meeting one versus not being stuck in my apartment.

One of my neighbors has been walking my dog for the last week which is great, Charly needs to get out and I certainly can't take her. The challenge has been that the time she can walk her is about 10am and I'm still not getting to sleep before dawn-ish.

*Got a call back and I spoke to a representative about the "Freedom to Work" (FTW) program  - which would allow me to keep both AHCCCS (our state version of medicaid) AND medicare. It would also cover my premium & whatever my co-insurance would be. However, she wouldn't give me a minimum amount of hours I need to work to qualify, and it took several minutes of asking the same question - how do I know how much tax to pay- to get an answer. She kept talking around my questions and told me I would have to estimate it, finally she said that I had to pay 10% of whatever income I earned to the IRS in quarterly taxes - submit the ledger of my hours, money order for paying 3 months of taxes and the month after I began paying taxes on this income then the FTW benefits would kick in. She did confirm that the book contract I signed doesn't count as employment and said there was no assistance/guidance to help people become self-employed (which I had heard there was).

TL;DR:
If I could get the treatment I need then I would be able to work enough to qualify to get the medical treatment I need to be able to work.  Quite the catch-22 the system has in place.

Friday, March 7, 2014

Love or Hyperbole?

I want to get back in the habit of writing regularly, even if it's not for the book. I'm hoping that doing so will help me get to a place where I can return to writing the book and still be able to sleep at night but I'm guessing as to how to get there...

Exhausting day so far - had my second counseling session (on 2 hours sleep) and I really like this therapist. She's kind, encourages me to be gentle with myself (especially while I'm going through this) asks good questions and from everything I have seen so far - she knows her stuff!! She's big on explaining the scientific and biological reasons  that our minds work the way they do - which happens to be one of my very favorite topics! Unfortunately she finishes her internship there next month so I will have to switch to another therapist. T
his was standard practice at another agency I used to go to,  the turnover was so high that in the last 2 years  I was receiving therapy  (or trying to) I didn't make it past a third appointment with any of them because they had quit or transferred - and I don't blame them, that agency was faulty on so many levels. However, the  agency I'm going to now has therapists certified in EMDR and  I've been wanting to try that for years, so they are going to try to get me with a therapist that specializes in that. 


 Had a surprise visit from J. this afternoon.  I told him I was struggling and could use a "totally non sexual hug" the next time he was in the neighborhood. (He is an ex- so I wanted to be clear)  He made arrangements to leave work early and was here  less than 2 hours after I texted , which I wasn't expecting! It was a great surprise, despite the fact that I was on the phone and missed the text that he was on his way so I answered the door a mess - no makeup, bags under my eyes, etc.  Because of the way he has always treated me, I don't feel self-conscious with me. We've reconnected recently and I have really enjoyed the conversations, his insight and his hugs. He "gets" me;  he can look at my face and read my mind so well. I think I do the same; I "get" him - we are both  complicated, multi-faceted, and natural chameleons. He not only knows how to give me what I need emotionally - but actually WANTS to! 
Jennifer Aniston knows what I mean:


   He has a very comforting and nurturing energy. I opened the door and as soon as he saw the look in my eyes, his face collapsed in sadness and he gave me a big hug. It's difficult for me to cry in front of others. I can discuss most of the horrific things that happened to me without even tearing up, usually. Every once in awhile a tear or two will fall in the company of a select few close friends, but silently...We came in, I sat on the couch and he sat in my wheelchair. He has many gifts and one of them is with silence. When he looks at me I see  the power of  honesty, unconditional love  and support in his eyes; it made it ok to let the wall down and the tears came rushing forth. A phrase I heard recently from S. that really applies - he is really good at "holding the (emotional) space for me" - so that I can then experience whatever it is I'm going through. 

 He knelt in front of the couch and hugged me, ( the rest of the couch was covered in paperwork) comforted me, held me and let me cry on his shoulder for quite awhile, which I really needed. In previous conversations he has told me how much he cares for me or how special I am to him but today he looked me in the eyes and told me he loved me, cherished me and would do anything for me.  I don't think I believe the last part, but appreciate the sentiment. He  still calls me "love" or "love bug"...*sigh* 

It's been about  six or seven years since we dated and we've both changed a lot. He said today that I know him better than anyone, because I've known him through  many stages of spiritual growth. He said he feels he is about to go through another spiritual shift and he's going out of the country next week to a place that he said has always been a clarity catalyst and has changed his life every time. I'm curious to know what clarity it brings him this time - I love watching people (myself included!) uncover the truths they have always known, but forgotten. My afternoon left me in the mood for a romantic comedy,  tonight's selection - "Hitch".