I know I just posted this morning (if you haven’t read that one, scroll down now so we’re all on the same page) but I’m beginning to panic. I need to purge and then I will hopefully move on. The Social Security doctor was nice enough and pretty cute but very brief. I told my hubby the appointment was quick and dirty. My hubby replied “just the way I like it”. Hardy-har-har. I told him “but he didn’t even buy me dinner.” A heartier hardy-har-har with a snort at the end. We were halfway home when I realized that the doctor didn’t even ask me about my depression and I forgot to put down anything about my anxiety or thyroid.
Sigh. Cue the beginning of panic mode. There is nothing I can do about it now. He just went through his questions so fast. I know he was probably trying to trip me up. He made me walk and do all these other movements, which I can do, I just have a lot of pain during and after. I made sure I told him that and I made sure I told him of the pain with repetitive motion. I also made sure to mention the fatigue. So now all I can do is wait for their decision. I need to be realistic and not get my hopes up. The worst that could happen is for them to deny me. We’ve been surviving for almost a year on one income. We just have to keep on, keeping on.