A minor miracle! Social Security has approved SSI and Disability. The in-person interview that was to take place on Tuesday had to be canceled because he was still in the hospital with the MRSA infection in both legs, which I think came from the intermittent compression cuffs they put on his calves after the operation, but what do I know?. Have any of you met MRSA? Run in the opposite direction if it wants to shake hands with you. Whew. Nasty, nasty beastie.
At any rate, Social Security did the interview over the phone. Poor Richard had to drive a LOT on Tuesday making trips back and forth between various places to accomplish this:
1. Drive 50 miles round trip to the local SS office to get the application that we completed on line for Nat to sign.
2. Drive to the hospital, which is 60 miles round trip from our house in the opposite direction, and camp out there until the Social Security office called.
3. Drive back to the SS office with the signed application and get the receipt (they bent the rules to let him have it) so that could be faxed to the people who are handling Medicaid.
This is great news. One less thing to worry about, and we will not have to call Binder and Binder (for non US people, this is a firm of attorneys that is constantly running advertisements to solicits clients who have been denied Social Security disability.)
I have nothing but praise for the local Social Security office. They have been kind, and gracious, and helpful.
The second miracle was that the doctor cut him loose from the hospital on Wednesday so he could make the appointment on Thursday for the head mapping for the radiation treatment next week and CT and MRI scans. We already had to cancel the PET scan, but -- another miracle -- that will be done on the afternoon of his last radiation treatment next Friday.
And now the funny thing is that now that I am taking back some of the household stuff that Richard had been doing because his new full-time job is care giver, I am having to re-learn how to do stuff in my own kitchen. This morning I stood there at the coffee maker and I couldn't remember how to make the coffee. Oy.