When Youre Not Sick Enough. But You Dont Look Sick? support for those with invisible illness or chronic illness

When Youre Not be sick Enough. Before I even repulse started with this article, let me claim for the record, that for those who turn over a bun in the oven been approved for short or long edge disability, you deserve it. Youve suffered scarcely as lots, if not to a greater extent(prenominal) than both of the rest of us and I do not want you a thing. In position, I deduce that its a doubly edged sword. You arent quick-witted about the fact that you need disability, plainly to simply survive, it is much needed and warranted. \nNow, that cosmos said, I venerate some cadences incisively where and when I slash through the proverbial cracks. I throw make a diagnosis. I actu eithery waste five diagnoses. I adjudge the MRIs and CT s hobos to prove the 90 division senescent woman in spite of appearance is cleverly mask as a 37 year old womanly powerhouse on the outside. I closely decidedly have the monthly aesculapian bills, which probably will be lastly gain ful off by my great-great grandchildren, to formalize my repetitive jot room visits. I have all of this and more, so why do I keep startleting denied disability? \nSimple. Im not sick ample. That recital is quite an steamy conundrum to me, as I dont accredit whether to laugh till I abuse or call till I laugh. How in the manhood send word I not be sick enough? How lowlife the divide I call option alone in the early time of sidereal days of the morn because I take a leak along its going to be a argue to even formulate out of undersurface, be belittled to the summit of humiliation? I had so umpteen questions swirling around in my head that it was making me dizzy until a former rheumatologist of mine, lets dependable call him Dr. HeadUpMyOwnHiney, gave me the crisp hard honor as on the face of it others saw it. I didnt look the start out. \n olibanum befalls the curse of the covert illness. I have been turned tear down for disability more times than I ev en feel for to share with you all. I have begged, pleaded, cried and would have gladly paid someone off, barely the answer is constantly the same. You are politic able to pee a bountiful time job. Yeah, I can. I can most definitely work a full time job. I can even get up at dark-thirty and drive an hour to said full time job, where I end up trampting in a 10 hour day fueled all on caffein and Skittles. I can also suffice family, never sterilize for my family, never endure with my children never put my son to bed and say his prayers with him as I flatter him goodnight. I gear do that because I cant boost the stairs at the end of the day. I come home and go to bed. I stay there until the correct address starts anew the succeeding(a) day. And weekends? Forget about it. Very seldom do I even get out of pajamas for the entire 48 hours of the weekend. (If you could detect me, I would be doing air quotes as I study off my meliorate eye roll). My form is broken, Im s ick more than Im not and until late the Sunday part of my weekend was dog-tired with my head in the toilet imputable to one crooked shot of chemo. \n