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**edit: post opened to accomodate people on snack's friends list
 snackycakes is messed up pretty badly. We went to the Workman's Comp doc yesterday and thought he was going to to send her back to work on Monday. There's this funny commercial in Houston. All of these people are lying around a clinic and the doctor points at them.
Back to work. Back to work. Back to work.
Another patient chimes in: but doctor, he's dead.
The doctor thinks for an instant and then says: light duty and walks off.
We were really expecting something similiar. Instead, this guy was really concerned with the pain ![[info]](http://library.vu.edu.pk/cgi-bin/nph-proxy.cgi/000100A/http/web.archive.org/web/20040512131601im_/http:/=2fstat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) snack is having. I get the impression that she'll be out of work for a few weeks. Ugh! She hurts everywhere but especially from the neck down to the tips of her fingers with some numbness in there. He's thinking pinched nerve/bulging disc. She's starting out with an MRI and PT. Additionally, we're going to see a doctor that the lawyer is sending us to this afternoon. I thought it would be best to get an attorney involved. snack was sitting at a traffic light when a woman, who wasn't paying a bit of attention, slammed into the back of snack's car and shot her into the car in front of her. I'm tired of being screwed by idiots and I'll do what I have to do to protect my loved ones as well. The woman seemed nice, but still, you don't search the front seat for your OJ when you're approaching a traffic light at a major intersection on an open highway (SR 441).
To me, it's bad enough that my gf got smacked up. To make matters worse, the car is probably going to get totalled and hopefully were not upside down on the loan. But really lady, did you have to hit her a week before we close on the house? How the hell am I supposed to get all of this stuff packed and finish up what I was doing to get ready to close (which is almost a full time job in itself) when I'm driving snack everywhere and waiting for hours at a time?
I know I sound like a selfish bitch, and trust me, I could get on my knees and thank whatever imaginary forces are out there that the woman of my heart wasn't hurt worse, or even the unthinkable. But still, the fact remains, WE'RE MOVING NEXT WEEK!
The lawyer said to go ahead and hire someone to come pack and move us and we'll put it into the settlement. I specifically asked the workman's comp doctor to write on the work duty script (in addtion to "no work") -- no bending, lifting, carrying."
Ha! Fuckers!
This is why we pay for insurance.
In the meantime, I need a 4 point inspection performed by a general contractor with an EC or ER license. It has to be done by Monday, so I can get the hazard/windstorm insurance by Tuesday so that I can close by Wednesday and move by Friday.
Squeezed in there are more doctors appointments, cleaning out the green machine, physical therapy, an MRI and a possible trip to the new car showroom, school, and (2) 20+ page reseacrh reports due in the next few weeks.
Oh. My. Head.
When this is all said and done, I'm going to git me a ceee-ment statue of an ancient goddess and stick her in the middle of a sunken plastic pool. It will be the sort of thing that gives greenshadows a case of the fits.
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