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Dear Gods, it never ends.
Jan. 29th, 2016 12:54 pmEarlier this month, we got a fun letter from Social Security. Evidently, this time the glorious State of California has decided to stop paying for my Part B Medicare payments, retroactive to November, and the Feds would now be deducting that cost from my SSDI payment. That payment, by the way, works out to about $5.14 an hour assuming a forty hour work week.
This is an almost $100 drop in monthly income. Which is not acceptable. So we carefully followed the instructions on appealing and sent in the form. Yesterday I get a call from the SSA saying that doing exactly what the government told us to do was wrong, and we need to go to the state to fix this.
This morning, I spent 35 minutes on hold before being able to plead my case. We now have another number to call to set up a hearing. Which Kirsten is going to have to do, because that one phone call fried my day.
What part of "permanently disabled" do these guys not get? I have multiple issues that are not going to get better and that keep me from working. How the fuck are we supposed to lift ourselves up if they keep cutting the fucking rope?
This is an almost $100 drop in monthly income. Which is not acceptable. So we carefully followed the instructions on appealing and sent in the form. Yesterday I get a call from the SSA saying that doing exactly what the government told us to do was wrong, and we need to go to the state to fix this.
This morning, I spent 35 minutes on hold before being able to plead my case. We now have another number to call to set up a hearing. Which Kirsten is going to have to do, because that one phone call fried my day.
What part of "permanently disabled" do these guys not get? I have multiple issues that are not going to get better and that keep me from working. How the fuck are we supposed to lift ourselves up if they keep cutting the fucking rope?
