As part of my process to apply for disability, I was required (or maybe strongly advised) to see one of their doctors. It was very weird in that I had to get undressed. Over my many years and various doctors, I've never had to get undressed to be examined for migraine. They gave me a paper sheet, and it wasn't creepy, but it was odd.
I was prepared and brought in 20 pages of my migraine diary from the last three years (254 attacks). I gave him a comprehensive description of my life and treatment. And yet after I left, I felt like I'd fucked up. I had anxiety the rest of the day and all throughout the night. I barely slept.
I hate this process. My life feels like a game of snakes and ladders, where I'm hitting snake after snake recently.
No comments:
Post a Comment