

Didnapos;t have time to finish this post this yesterday.
Still feeling like a hollow shell covered in raw meat this morning.
10-17-08. Met with my attorney this afternoon. We went over in more detail what will happen at the hearing on the 27th. Itapos;s nothing more than an interrogation. Truly the thing is needless, bureaucratic bullshit. Iapos;m not a medical person and unqualified to give a medical opinion on what ails me yet the upshot of the hearing is that I answer questions, under oath, related to symptoms of ptsd� and depression which are my official diagnoses. In the process i get a bit more traumatized.
(Letapos;s pull on the scabs, stick pins in it, and count the scars to see if itapos;s faking. Does it have enough scabs? Does it startle? Does it flinch? Can we make it cry? We need to see if itapos;s lying or we might lose some money)
WTF no one in their right mind would ever want to be on disability and the medical opinions of several doctors; mdapos;s and phdapos;s, just aint good enough.� Yet when I started this process, my word, that I was disabled, wasnapos;t good enough. I had to have the official word of the medical profession. But now that isnapos;t good enough. And now the issue hinges on my word.
On Monday the 27th of October at high noon
I am exhibit apos;Aapos;
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