Had an Independent Medical Examination for my insurance company today. I have no idea how it went, really. I was as honest as I could be, and crammed in as much information for him as I possibly could in the time allotted. I think I will most likely suffer tomorrow for having tried to talk for over three straight hours (am definitely feeling the burn now, but the long term consequences of stuff like that can be fickle), but am not as completely wiped out as I might have been on a different day. I figure that’s the best I could have hoped for.
Am somewhat anxious now about whether or not I downplayed my level of anxiety too much.
Somewhere, there is brilliant irony in that.
I just didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. I was super nervous in his office, but the whole situation scares the crap out of me. My livelihood is totally at this guy’s mercy, and hinging on what I say to him. That’s a lot of pressure. But isn’t what we were supposed to be talking about.
At the very least, I’m hoping that at least he could tell how much I sincerely want my life back, and how frustrated I’ve been by my physical limitations and their impact on my work.
What he chooses to do with that information… Well,…that’s another matter.