asian-invasion

I’ve written before about wanting to write to this blog at least every other day but not finding the time or motivation in spite of the topic. There’s another reason I discovered today about why that happens which also affects my ability to get things done in the “real world.” It’s something I can only term as “overload.”

In the “real world,” I tend to either overextend myself in terms of obligations I have made, albeit not contractual but I have said it and so it must be done. When I realize I’ve gone in over my head, I feel overwhelmed by the weight of everything I need to finish and no strategy you can come up with will allow me to dig myself out.

For this blog today, I was going to continue with the Otakon recap and review with Saturday’s events. Then I thought of how I’m seeing more of my favorite Japanese music establishing a place in the Western music industry. That brought me to attempting an explanation of why this is such an exciting wave to catch if you haven’t already, which I’ll get to after the Otakon saga is complete.

After all that, I found a tangent to wanting to create a tutorial of sorts on how to learn the lyrics to Japanese songs. So far I have three subjects to cover because, even though they are all related and would be coherent to one article, I’m too easily distracted for such a long story. The mere thought of organizing my thoughts for a solid outline pushes me away from it all.

Finally, I settled on another topic on the way home from the counselor’s office. My wife and I have been seeing her since November 06. Since October 07, she’s been doing everything within her power to help my wife successfully gain SSI (Supplimental Security Income) due to a laundry list of disorders which won’t allow her to hold gainful employment.

Without going into detail, we now find ourselves staring down the barrel of a second appeal because the Disability Determination Board is too lazy to follow through the steps we need taken for my wife to undergo proper evaluations. If we need evidence of her conditions, she needs to be observed by professionals which I can’t afford on my income and which she doesn’t have (and isn’t yet entitled to) medical coverage for.

Anyway, my counselor was beyond unhappy with the latest benefits rejection letter. She began looking up phone numbers to the local “Human Services” and Social Security Administration offices. I already knew what was going to happen but I thought she should experience my pain for better understanding. After the trials of actually finding the right numbers, she was merely confused about why this information isn’t more accessible in the phone book.  The SSA number was a constant busy signal. The HS offered no useful information, never mind them having previously turned my wife down for Medicaid. Then she called her contact person with the determination office to find out what the next step should be but was sent to voice mail.

Visibly flustered and confused by the futility of it all, she had just experienced a part of my life which I wouldn’t wish on anyone. She is only beginning to realize the red tape and other BS I have to muck through when dealing with “the system” every time I change residency, jobs, or some other part of my life which might affect my income. It took all of about 20 minutes before she dropped the gloves and gave up for the time.

The only thing she could suggest to us was going to the local SSA office for a meeting with someone who can sort through all the garbage and help us figure things out. After explaining about how inconveniently placed the SSA building is in our city (off and far away from any bus route), she offered to take us there herself if we couldn’t arrange something else. She knows my wife should be receiving some kind of assistance after observing her for approaching two years and she seems more determined now to see that it happens.

The transferral of my suffering was unintentional, but I felt gratified that someone I know now has a clear idea of what I have to deal with to keep a roof over the heads of my and my wife. Previously, this appeal for SSI was more like a favor in the beginning which later became a mission. Now it seems to have taken the form of a cause for our counselor to fight for, as her anger over the latest rejection notice seems to have sparked a strengthened resolve.

I only hope this will help my wife’s case. We need this to work out in the end…

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