I filled out an on-line form with some social organization.
If you had any idea how humiliating that sentence was to compose…
To my shock I actually got a return phone call this morning. Nice lady, asked me some questions, then lowered the bureaucratic boom. (I’m not saying the following is necessarily true, I’m just reporting what I was told.) My “vision problem” would not be considered eligible for Disability assistance, because my eyesight can be corrected with glasses. The fact that I have a degenerative condition that will eventually blind me is unimportant, what matters is that glasses would mostly correct my vision NOW, and SSD doesn’t do glasses. I MIGHT be eligible for assistance because I’m lame. According to the info given by the lady, I need to find a GP who’ll certify that I need medical care for the sores on my stump – then maybe they’d pay for the glaucoma meds but maybe not because that’s not medical, that’s vision and SSD doesn’t help with vision. Oh, and by the way I’d better hurry because if it’s been five years since my last provable employment I’m out of luck in all cases. So.
Dropped in on some neighbors after shit-shoveling. They save me their cast-off greens for my chickens in exchange for surplus eggs, not that there’s been much surplus lately. THEY told me about another neighbor whom I’ve met but don’t know well. She’s got cancer, is financially destitute, and through some bureaucratic nitwittery (possibly the five years thing) she can’t get assistance either. BUT she told me that the local electric cooperative issues a prescription discount card that they hand out like party favors to county residents, and that I can (almost) certainly get one of those. The lady at the Wally-World pharmacy also mentioned that card, I recall, but I didn’t pay any attention because I’m not on the grid and thought I’d surely not be eligible. Turns out that doesn’t matter. So I’m going to check into that. I gather it’s one hell of a discount, and could at least make the meds affordable if not the doctor visits. So that’s a positive development.
A dear old friend who read about my troubles on the blog immediately sent me $100 via Western Union. Heh, I had to look up where, if anywhere, there’s a WU office in the little town near where I live. Turns out there is one. I’ll be interested to see if I can collect, though, given that I have no “current” photo ID. Hope an expired DL and/or birth certificate will work. If I can find the birth certificate.
Kind of ironic that one reason I moved out here in the first place was my growing phobia about filling out forms, which made it very hard to live in a city. Guess I’d better get over that, huh?