A long day at the surgery center and we are home. The doc said it looked better inside Mr. Vixen’s knee than he thought it would; however, his kneecap was pulling severely to the left again. As an added bonus (no extra charge!) he performed another lateral release. Mr. Vixen had a lateral release and a tibial osteotomy with insertion of two titanium screws several years ago. The screws had backed out a bit and were raised up, bothering him. So the doc removed the screws for him too! And let him bring them home! Mr. Vixen is thrilled! I am grossed out. The addition of the lateral release to his procedure today doesn’t change his recovery time at all, but he will have to go for physical therapy to tighten up the unreleased side so it pulls his patella back into place.
The real bonus of the day????? After the surgery, they insisted on keeping Mr. Vixen an extra two hours to monitor because he uses a CPAP machine at night. This meant that Bear and I had another two hours to kill (we had already amused ourselves for three hours). So I got a haircut! First one in over a year. It’s cute. Bear picked it out. Maybe tomorrow I will get a picture up.
The bad news? Last night we finally heard from SSDI. They denied Mr. Vixen’s claim. They listed the reports they used to make this decision and his regular doctor, his psychiatrist, and his knee doctor were not listed, in spite of the fact that we sent records requests. Maybe this is the government’s way of saving money…taking 7 months and then denying an obviously disabled person stating “according to records you can stand for up to 6 hours a day.” Ha ha ha ha. He can’t even stand for two hours according to his doctor. So we are going to hire a lawyer for the appeal. They will get a chunk of his money, but I can’t go on for another 6 months and worry we will get denied again. I am out of funds and I don’t make enough to support us alone, so I guess I will get a second job to hold us over while the lawyer’s hack it out. I am so disappointed and frustrated with the gov’t right now I could scream. I would get more help and be better covered if I quit my job and stopped trying so hard. The middle class gets totally and completed screwed. There is a big gap in the social programs and we fall right through. Anyway, there is a glass of White Zin screaming my name from the kitchen….