Good News, Bad News

Well, we're broke, but the end is in sight. The Man talked to someone from Social Security who said they finally decided he qualifies to get disability. So now we (hopefully) only have to wait until Monday. When he goes in to see somebody and probably fill out more paperwork and sign his name in blood or whatever they're going to make him do before they actually give him any money. After that, who knows how long it'll be before we actually see any money. I can't believe it took them this long to realize he can't work anymore. I mean, his back is hurt basically from the skull down, his right knee is messed up, his right shoulder is messed up, and he's basically blind in his left eye. He's on more pain medicine than House. Oh, and his hearing isn't so good, either. Actually, I'm surprised they admitted he can't work instead of denying him and making us challenge the finding. That's the way those jerks work. You have to practically be holding your lung in your hand for them to just say okay.

So, that's the good news. The bad news is his back is so messed up he's finally actually talking about having back surgery. His whole back is messed up, but he's really got a major problem with his lower back. He has a lot of pain going down his legs now. He's about to go out of his mind from the pain. I'm not sure exactly what the doctor wants to do. I mean, it's not like he can get a back transplant. I think he's got calcium build up from arthritis, like barnacles, and they're going to scrape his hull, so to speak. He's not looking forward to letting them cut on him. It's going to be hard for him to get around after the operation. It's going to be so bad we're going to let his mom come and help out. And spend the night. Basically move in.

I'm looking forward to that almost as much as the surgery. Of course, I'm not the one having the surgery. His mom's really nice, but she's one of those clean people. I'm talking Stepford Wife clean. It'll be a real shock to her system staying here, but I'm not going to pretend to be a neat freak. We're not total slobs. I mean, we don't wallow in our own filth or anything, but we like that lived in look.