more comp news.... or not

So, I kind of expected this.  I'd get all excited about a blog, and then not write it.  I'm not that concerned.  I've been more than just a bit too wrapped up in my misery lately, and even I don't want to read about it.

So, no news.  No surgical date.  Got an email from my attorney today (and, let me tell you, after more than 2 weeks of silence, I'd better get the damn flowers), who says he has spoken with the attorney from the other side, who swears up and down that the surgery has been approved, and he is just Shocked! (yes, Shocked!) that the adjustor hasn't notified us yet.

I'm not.  The money isn't worked out yet, either.  Seriously?  Do these people really think I could run my household on $250 a week??  Are they out of their fucking minds?  This is just so unlike any other comp issue that I'm tired of discussing it with people.  Either they, or someone they know, has had a comp injury, had surgery, and got paid XX dollars while they were out.  They're so positive they know the answer.  They don't.  Trust me.  They don't.

I'm not going to have a choice but to up my Vicodin intake.  I'm again not sleeping well, not eating properly (I could stand to lose more than just a few pounds, but this isn't the way to do it), and cry all the time.  I can't get ahead of the pain, and that's what I need to do.  The only way to do that at this point is to increase the dosage.  Of course, that will just make me more depressed.

I talked to my FWB about psychiatrists the other day.  He thinks I should mention to my attorney that my depression has worsened, and that I need help - which is all very true.  I think FWB (I have GOT to think of a better name) is  more than a little concerned for my mental health at this point.  My biggest reservation about this course of action is that whatever I say to a shrink will be relayed to my adjustor and my company.  This, to me, is not good.  They've fucked with me enough - I have no desire to give them what they might consider more ammo.  Not to mention, if you're not going to be serious, and work on things, therapy is pointless.  How could I seriously work on a more positive outlook if I can't share my thoughts and feelings honestly?

Anyway, I did write my attorney a rather lengthy email today, detailing what I want done.  If a doctor refused to treat me, and I got worse, I could sue for malpractice.  Why can't I sue my company, the adjustor, and the attorneys representing my company for the same thing?  The workers comp laws are a joke - they're nothing more than a vehicle for 3rd rate attorneys to make money.  Don't get me wrong, I'm fairly certain my attorney is not 3rd rate, but it certainly seems as though most attorneys in this field aren't very bright.

I'm seriously not happy about all this.