I was "lucky" enough to end up in the hospital while my application was being reviewed. Someone made it known I was going to be denied if it wasn't for the hospitalization.

Also, the you need to learn to suck it up and deal with it without any practical advice on how to do that from a mental health professional really pisses me off.

It took five years from Hubby requesting disability to a judge finally saying "Yep, you're disabled." If you can afford it, get a lawyer as soon as you can. They'll do all the legwork for you.

edit: I don't know if it made a difference, but our case was the last one of the day, the summary of Hubby's condition was a two-inch-thick binder, and our lawyer cheerfully offered to go through the five file boxes of documentation if the judge had any questions. The lawyers who advertise on TV can be very effective.

I think I'm going to start with just figuring how to get info from providers and find out how far back I need. I have a past strewn with therapists.

I just remembered that TCG is not coming right home after work. So, if I want to eat dinner anytime soon, I need to do something about that myself.

Hil it sucks the jobs are back up -- can you reapply? Do you want to reapply?

I can, but I'm not sure I want to. Now that I look closer, I see that it's the same school, but now they're advertising for a one-year position, rather than a multi-year one, and I really don't want to have to do the whole job search thing again next year.

Things which are not terribly motivating: seeing new job postings for positions that I applied to months ago and never even got an interview.

Ugh, that happened to me a few times, too. I tried to think that they just didn't know how to advertise for what they really wanted, so none of the applicants (including me) were right for the position. But it's hard not to take it personally.

Dear body,

When I eat exactly what I am supposed to eat and my blood sugar is high one day, and the next day I say "fuck it" and cheat a bit and my blood sugar is perfect all day, you're not actually helping me to be good.

No love,

sj

you're not actually helping me to be good.

What's that song, "You've got to be bad to be good"?

Also, the you need to learn to suck it up and deal with it without any practical advice on how to do that from a mental health professional really pisses me off.

Oh, yeah, it does.

The worst advice I ever got from a psychiatrist was when I was hospitalized. The shrink there told me the way to fix my depression was to have a baby. I just stared at him. I wanted to ask him where he got his m*f* license.

When I eat exactly what I am supposed to eat and my blood sugar is high one day, and the next day I say "fuck it" and cheat a bit and my blood sugar is perfect all day, you're not actually helping me to be good.

Not remotely related to being pregnant, of course, but, when I eat real "good" for a week and lose no weight, or even gain a bit, and then I spend a day literally eating nothing but junk food and sitting on the couch and I lose half a pound? Mixed signals, Universe!