Fingers crossed

I had my appeal hearing for my Social Security Disability claim yesterday. It’s been 8 months since a bureaucratic hack, in all of the infinite wisdom that can be collected by living in his mother’s basement, decided that I wasn’t disabled. I was deemed “technically able to work in the field previously worked.” This decision was made despite the overwhelming evidence that would prove to the simplest of minds that I could barely walk due to massive edema, and was immunosuppressed to the point that a common cold would result in pneumonia for me. It could, and it did in fact.

For 8 months I have been without income, angry and bitter about the denial and waiting for a chance to try again. I hired an advocate and they lobbied heavily for an early appeal, the original projection for an appeal was 12-18 months. Thankfully it only took 8.

As the date grew closer, my advocate and I scrambled to make sure everything was in order. Medical records were chased, prescription lists were updated and I was taught what to expect. My preparation was flawless, my nerves on end. No longer believing that Disability is a slam dunk, and with my history it certainly should be, I had little confidence that the right thing would occur. Coming within a week of the trial I felt like Red in Shawshank Redemption up against the parole board towards the end.
“I know what you think disability means Sonny, you just go ahead and mark your little paper there because me, me I don’t give a shit.”

It’s called rejecting them before they reject you.

Then, after speaking to my attorney, I found that I had a very good case. They are routinely reticent about statements like that for fear of false hope (Me, I’ve had plenty of that) and letdowns. Dialysis, which I am scheduled for but not on due to my recent surgery not being healed yet, is almost a guarantee. I only needed to get past the “Vocational Consultant” that would be on speakerphone during the hearing deciding if I was fit to still work. Probably the same one that kicked me in the pills the last time.

Day of the hearing my attorney and I met one hour before going and game planned. Her strategy, besides familiarizing herself with my medical history (here, memorize these 3 encyclopedia’s before lunch) for a knockdown opening statemen, was to shift gears on the vocational part. She wanted me to tell them what I used to do for work, and to not hold back.

We went in. The judge had a nice face and a pleasant demeanor. She immediately demured that my medical history is powerful and my work history solid (meaning not a slacker by resume). It was encouraging. My lawyer looked happy in her seat. We came to the vocational section and I was asked to describe my job skills and responsibilities. I took a deep breath and painted a picture, a true picture, of a frenetic but wonderful position in which 2 days were never the same. I told of a workweek without prediction, of being called away at the last minute, of long days and early starts. I told of being the go-to guy with any and all problems that no one else in my office could, or wanted to handle. When I was done, the judge, clearly impressed, asked the “vocational expert” if there was such a job out there that matched that, and did she think I was able to perform it.

After careful consideration she admitted that she had nothing. No such job exists.

My attorney believes it went well, that I should definitely be awarded. The only question is how far back they will date the claim. If all goes well, it will be retroactive to November of 2016 when I was initially rejected.

I will know by the end of this month. I am quite (cautiously) optimistic.

If you consider yourself my friend, please cross your fingers for me. I never use the word, but I deserve this.

16 thoughts on “Fingers crossed”

  1. Fingers crossed, Billy. It seems to me you have a strong claim. My friend who is a paraplegic and has been for 26 years went through a similar ordeal but after a few months it went well. 🙂


  2. This sounds really hopeful, Billy! Sending all my best! Damn right you deserve this. I had a friend in a similar situation and once her case hit the judges desk, she was awarded the disability (with a huge retroactive payment) really quickly.

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    1. Thanks Tanya. BTW I just left a long, thoughtful reply to your latest post. Despite my heaping praise I was unable to leave a comment. I just wanted you to know that I was heaping praise on you lol

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  3. About 15% of my job over the past 20 years has involved representing people in Social Security Disability claims. You’ve described it well, and I hate to be overly encouraging, but the Administrative Law Judges are always better than the SSA reps. They usually have a good knowledge of the medical background and they listen. In a few weeks, there will be an 8-page decision, and I’m rarely angry or surprised, even when I lose.

    The vocational experts are useless. Always, They used to say, consistently, that my clients could work as “place setters” at a restaurant, for which there were apparently hundreds of thousands of positions in the national economy.

    I hope it turns out well.

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    1. oh wow, small world. Thank you for weighing in, the Judge was nice and seemed genuinely interested in my case.
      I often wondered how many of these “sedentary positions” were actually out there lol.
      I will keep you posted, again, thanks for the validation

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