I look up the CDC website to see how many people are disabled. The CDC says that 27% of adults in the US have a disability. Yes, that is one in four. https://www.cdc.gov/ncbddd/disabilityandhealth/infographic-disability-impacts-all.html.

I find being disabled to be a ton of work.

I think the view of disability in the US is often people who sit at home and have money thrown at them from the government.

This is not so, not so, no, no, no.

In clinic a patient needs a new socket for his artificial leg, having had a cancer amputation. He is an expert still working in disability exams, so we do a visit where he dictates much of my note, because in order to get a new socket, medicare requires very specific information in the clinic note. We also have notes from physical therapy and his occupational therapist and the company that makes the sockets. Why does he need a new one? He has lost weight and the old one doesn’t fit any more so he can’t walk securely.

Even so, I think it took six months and we kept redoing versions of the paperwork.

Another patient needs a new electric wheelchair. That one takes a year of repeating insistence and paperwork.

After my March 2021 pneumonia, I am disabled, which pisses me off. I like my work. It’s unclear how long I will be on oxygen and since we’ve been working on a diagnosis besides “gets pneumonia super easily” since 2003, it’s hard to predict the trajectory. I don’t know if I will be on oxygen permanently. It is exhausting to drag myself to physician visits, in four different hospital systems. Oh, and a patient can apply for patient assistance with the finances, but then all four have different paperwork. I am sick as snot and have to try to keep track of the bills from four systems and four sets of on line passwords and where is the stupid appointment? Edmonds? Seattle? Bremerton? Augh. The fatigue that accompanies the pneumonia makes it hard to cook, hard to clean, hard to comprehend bills, exhausting to make phone calls. Anyone want to trade? I’ll work and you can be disabled?

My disability company requires paperwork too, lots of it, and my taxes, and there is a long list of rules that I reread periodically. I needed an attorney to sort out the rules, since the disability company won’t answer my questions.

Now I am off oxygen and better, though still dogged by fatigue. I think that is probably permanent, but then I sometimes hope it’s just that I am finally rebuilding muscle, since the fast twitch muscles didn’t work for two years. They are a bit recalcitrant now.

And I am not in a wheelchair, have not had an amputation, am not in a rehab. If you have to take buses in your wheelchair everywhere, need two people and a crane to get you out of bed into the wheelchair, have to use a computer to talk for you, imagine. Anyone who thinks disability is easy money is insane.

It’s not clear if I can return to work. I might get pneumonia number five, which would probably take me out. No one knows how to lessen my risk. And I don’t have the energy and do not know if I will.

All the unknowns and unclears and we don’t knows. No one is disabled for easy money because it’s a job trying to get well or trying to survive it. And yet, I am happy to be alive and even to be able to dance some! Dance on!