Progress, of a sort.

The other day, I called to check on my disability claim and was told that a decision was made almost two weeks before. Since it had been so long without the letter arriving, she was allowed to tell me over the phone that the appeal had been denied.

When we checked the mail the next day, we found two letters telling me about the denial. They state that while I have a myriad of physical problems, and am fat, it's not really doing me any harm, and I should be able to work just fine.

Bullspit. They didn't even have me go see one of their doctors.

So I called the lawyer I've been emailing, and I have an appointment to see them on the 30th of November and officially hire the firm. The next step is a hearing of some kind, and thankfully the lawyer's office will set all that up.

I'm so depressed right now, it isn't even funny.