Well, my day in court on Wednesday went well, I think, the only snafu seemed to be that I have had an income from artwork that I had completed prior to my surgery and no way to prove that these paintings were done prior to 2003. My doctor bills and med bills were more than the danged income!!! My gallery wrote a nice letter in my behalf and I provided to my atty my painting inventory from 2002 after the hearing at the judges request. . I had a lady judge who seemed nice enough and I cried through the whole hearing--of course, I was still recovering from a 22 hour Imitrex-resistant migraine compounded by double pneumonia that I had on Monday night after meeting for 3 hours with my attorney.
I had seen the doc monday afternoon and she said I had pneumonia and to drink a lot of Gatoraid, and prescribed hydrocodone cough syrup, then the stress of the 3 hr atty meeting really made my head pound, so I gave myself a shot in his office. He was prepping me for questions that the judge would ask me and it was really stressful and I had a temp of 101, not to mention looped out on the cough syrup. By the time I got home I was a mess and all the coughing really triggered a massive brainwreck migraine that the Imitrex wouldn't touch. Believe me, Gatorade tastes a LOT worse coming up than going down. Of course Dr Love wanted to take me to the ER since I was getting severely dehydrated. I simply hate our ER, they sit and ask me 100 questions that they really only have to look up in the danged computer. I was afraid they would hospitalize me and I'd miss my court hearing and have to wait another year for it.
Sam, my attorney told me it could be up to a year before I get a ruling and another year before I saw any money.
Seems like helping disabled people is way down on the gov't spending list because of the war.
I don't know what people do without spouses or family who can support them and pay their med bills. The whole system sucks.
Anyway, thanks for all the support and private messages you all have sent. I'm feeling a little better today and at least I'm out of bed. I'm heading back to the docs--seems she wants to talk to me again about my chest X-ray and that's freaking me out a little.
Thanks again you guys and be well,
Capt Deb