Well, the hearing happened.
It did go quite long, which may be good. In the end, she called me in briefly for additional testimony. I did my best, but some of the questions are hard to answer. It’s hard to explain what he does in a day. If described incorrectly, it could sound as though he’s goofing off, watching TV and playing video games all day. In fact, it’s all about distracting himself from the pain and trying to ameliorate the mind-numbing boredom from not working.
And I mentioned that on bad days he can’t even manage the one or two errands/chores a day. Which made her ask how often he has bad days. Um… It’s not something we count? Maybe three or four?
So she asked what bad days look like. Um… Well, he stays asleep as much as possible to escape the pain. But of course, he can’t get restful sleep because the pain is bad. And he can’t lie down for too long anyway because his hips start to hurt. So he’ll give up after three or so hours and come sit. But of course when the pain’s extra bad, he really can’t sit for too long either.
It doesn’t sound terribly cohesive, but it isn’t. It’s a day-to-day, hour-to-hour thing. And after years of this, days blend together making it hard to provide a clear picture of exactly what happens on a weekly or monthly basis.
So no matter how you describe it, some people aren’t going to really understand it. So I did the best I could. Based on the woman’s body language, Tim is sure we didn’t sway her. But I wasn’t expecting to anyway.
We’ll get a decision (read: denial) in three to four weeks. Then we’ll apply for the hearing in front of a judge, which will take around 12-15 weeks to get. In the meantime, at least Tim keeps his Medicare.
What big teeth you have
Well, Tim has his teeth again… sorta.
He went in for the reline on Thursday. During the surgery, they — ick — shaved down the gum bone, so the dentures won’t fit the same. The reline was supposed to help with that, which it did… sorta.
Even with adhesive (which he’s never had to use before) it’s a little iffy. He has some bite strength but not a lot. He has a followup appointment today, so hopefully they’ll be able to tweak it more. But for now he’s probably out of luck on that steak dinner he’s been eagerly awaiting.
Workin’ for the weekend
I’m having trouble believing that it’s the end of the week. I worked over the weekend, so I’ve had no real concept of what day it is all week. Monday felt like it should be the end of the week, Wednesday felt like Tuesday, and so on. It gets very confusing without days off. So I’ll be sure to luxuriate this weekend.
But one thing I will be doing this weekend: exercising. Yep, I’m afraid there’s once again no baby this month. Since I don’t want to be in my first trimester when I travel to FinCon, that means no more attempts until October.
At least I can use beauty products again. These pimples have GOT to go! (Tim agreed to turn the thermostat down to 77, which should help a bit. Sweat is not a complexion’s friend.) Plus I’m back to my anti-wrinkle goop. I don’t want any of my fine lines to get any funny ideas.
Sweatin’ by the oldies
(No, I’m not really old. But why pass up a good joke?)
Unfortunately, as I’ve previously lamented, I’ve gained a lot of weight. I need to get more than my skin back in shape.
If I start now, I can lose it all by the time FinCon rolls around without going crazy. That said, I’m probably going to go a little crazy at first because I’m uncomfortable as hell.
In preparation, I’ve hoovered up all the remaining candy — I’m all about sacrifice — and am going to try to start tomorrow fresh with Healthy Choice meals and the like. I do still have some Cadbury chocolate bars, but I can eat one row of squares at a time as a relatively low calorie treat.
I was hoping to get a short exercise video done on Thursday, but the day got away from me. I’m going to have to go back to setting a workout time each day. (Well, a window because my energy is always a little variable.) At least I can have caffeine for a boost.
Unfortunately, it looks unlikely that the FinCon session Mom and I pitched is going to be approved. So I have to decide whether I want to try to pitch an individual one. It’d mean more work. And I hate public speaking. (It’s easier when there’s several of you.) Also, you have to do a PowerPoint presentation, and I have no desire to relearn that program. On the other hand, I’d get a chance to plug the book a little.
If I did apply, I’d do one about taking into account their readers’ different circumstances. I’d call it something like “Not Everyone Looks Like You: Increase reader engagement and retention by adapting your advice.” Yes, secondary titles really are that long. The ones that win are, anyway
The problem is that FinCon attendees will be the ones choosing the remaining sessions. I’m not sure most bloggers would be interested. They might think it doesn’t apply to their readers/that their current model is working fine/that the title is rude. And did I mention how much work it’d be?
There’s an essay contest that would pay FinCon expenses, so I may just do that instead. I encouraged Mom to do it too. Since we’re sharing a hotel room, only one of us needs to win. It’s nice to have an award-winning journalist in the family.
Or worst case scenario, I do neither. I’ve already paid for the ticket, so it’s not a new expenses. It’s just that I wouldn’t mind getting the money back. I have almost three weeks to decide what to do, so I’m not going to push myself too hard just yet.
What’s up with you guys over the weekend? Anyone else gearing up to lose weight this summer?