Do you know what most of the words above mean or what the acronyms stand for? If not consider yourself lucky. These are all terms that, over the past few weeks, I have become very familiar with. Trust me when I say it is a HATE/HATE situation...there is no love here. This entire journey has been a nightmare since day one, and not for the reasons you may be thinking.
If you were sitting here with me the best way I could explain my past few weeks would be to tell you to close your eyes, take a few long and deep breaths, picture a mountain but instead of rugged terrain it is a freaking mound of paperwork. As I say that last statement, WHACK I would smack your forehead. Come on, you remember that game growing up, right? Right? I can't be the only one who ever got sucked into it, though I believe we were told we were running through the woods.
Anyway, THAT is exactly what I am faced with. Paperwork, mounds and mounds of it. Really, it would not be so overwhelming if most of the papers were not denials of some sort. Way to make a girl freak out, people. The denials start with the original request for FMLA. DENIED! This denial lead to Joe getting "pointed" at work and at the moment he is negative enough that his employer can terminate his job at anytime. (Insert every expletive word you can think of here...and maybe even some you just combined or made up.) Silly me, I forgot to mention that the request was denied even though the doctor restricted Joe from work for 5 days pending his evaluation by the neurosurgeon. That there is BS at it's finest folks!
