The good news is I made through my entire work day. The bad news is that, predictably, I'm in a lot of pain.
After leaving work early for the past 2 days, I made myself tough it all day today. I'm not being a hero, but I will admit I feel a huge amount of guilt when I leave early. I know it's the best thing for my body, and that I'm probably doing more harm than good by staying, but that stupid little voice in my head says, "if you just tried a little harder, you could do this. Maybe you're giving in too soon. Just another hour, 1/2 hour, whatever". It sounds stupid, I know.
So, I stayed at work, and let it distract me. Plenty to get involved in, even if the luster is off the work, and boredom has set in. I very glad to have a new manager - she seems very empathetic. Today, we were speaking, and she told me she has new insight to what I'm going through, having watched her boyfriend go through something similar. The good news for him is that he's had his surgery, and is feeling much better already. While I.... I just wait.
I resent having to chase down my attorney for an update. 2 weeks, I'm told. Last Wednesday, I was told HIG requested a formal hearing in 2 weeks. I don't know about anyone else, but 2 weeks means 14 days to me. Apparently, 2 weeks has an entirely different meaning to everyone in the workers compensation system. Apparently, it means, let's fuck around and keep the injured employee waiting a while longer.
So, I get this update today that my attorney still has not received notice of the hearing. Seriously, people? I'm not the most important person in the world, nor am I indispensable, but I have a lot of people asking me questions, and inviting me to meetings. I've accepted my meeting invitations, and I hope I don't have to cancel, or reschedule, or I am going to be majorly pissed off. People are counting on me.
Ok, moving on to the next part of the email. Seems the paralegal is a step behind. My attorney told me in the email last week that my leave will be paid at current rate of pay (won't even begin to attempt to explain this - other than say, good news for me, but what a clusterfuck). So, that same day finds me completing some kind of tax form, which asks for my filing status and number of dependents in 2002. I question this in my return email to her, although I complete the form. I tell her that in 2002, I was married, and that I divorced in 2005, however, if she's interested, in 2009 I filed head of household with 4 dependents.
So, today, what does she ask for? Oh yes, that would be my current filing status. You know, the one I gave her last week. I really like this woman, I really do, but stuff like this pisses me off. I don't appreciate giving the same information over and over.
Anyway, I made it to the end of my day, and then had to go to the grocery store. I had asked Schyler for help, but he wasn't available. When I got back, I took a pill. I wish these things would work faster, though. I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed and fragile.
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