Shift Happens

from Brain Damaged News

In year three post-accident, Social Security Disability testers determined my injury was “permanent and incurable.” This meant I received a modest monthly disability sum from the U.S. government until I turned 65.

Unfazed, my private disability “insurers” hired a cadre of high-priced and highly specialized attorneys and “Independent Medical Experts” to interrogate me every few months and dispute that I was disabled.*

Shift happens. A few months later, a settlement was reached after insurers revised my projected  date of death, saving them a lot of money by slashing ten years from my life.

I wish I were kidding, but I’m not.

If I hadn’t later been advised to hire my own costly private attorney, I would likely have “won” nothing at all. “Winning” is a strange term for a product I purchased for 20 years but didn’t receive.

Speaking of shift, many media companies are now telling writers that they “are committed to publishing stories written and edited by humans.”  I’m a human. I can be further described as a “brain injured person.”

All things feel intense yet sparse, like they’ve been bleached out and stripped to the bone. A cathedral, a mosque, a music festival.  I try to focus on something else. I read about a normal candidate running somewhere in the U.S.  I can tell he’s normal because he doesn’t stash national security secrets next to the toilet or bring them to dinner and share them with friends.

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