Wednesday, March 13, 2013
TBI stands for Traumatic Brain Injury. My Husband has one. Was injured last year. It's getting worse. This is an awful life for him. And since it happened at work, all expenses should be covered by workman's comp. Except... in the beginning we didn't understand how impaired he was. He was still driving to his own appts, still handling his own paperwork.
Now - it's clear how impaired he is. His comp claim is all screwed up because he didn't bother sending in referrals or even answering phone calls when folks called with questions. Now his lawyer and I are left trying to untangle the mess. And he's not getting treatment from some doctors b/c they are not getting paid.
But the really fun part is that he's mad at ME - yelling at ME because I'm not making the appointment he needs. He invariably says he told me "2 months ago" (it's never 2 months ago) that he needed this appointment. He still doesn't have the right paperwork. And have I mentioned that I work a stressful full time job? He's calling me at work to yell at me.
He started the day upset with me because I must have been spray painting. The smell was making him sick to his stomach. I assure you, as I did him, I have not spray painted anything. Not even in this decade. But there was nothing I could say or do to assure him that there was no spray painting being done, the smell was his brain playing tricks on him and he couldn't get really sick from it.
I'm just venting. I try to keep a sense of humor about it. But it's harder some days than others. And I know, truly know that I need this health care improvement for myself. I need to log in and vent. I need to eat healthy meals and exercise to have the strength to manage our lives. So thank you for listening - if anybody reads this...