Dear Mr. President

I figure I have nothing to lose.

It will be a few months until all of my dental work is completed. I am pretty sure that the one tooth that has a “catastrophic” crack is going to be a complete loss, and I’m going to have to spring for an implant (or a partial plate/denture). I’m not allowed to have pain pills – not because I’m not suffering, because clearly I am, but because the FDA and the CDC has decided it’s a good idea to regulate me, rather than try to treat addicts. So I’m stuck eating scrambled eggs and applesauce and rice because I’ve cracked all of my teeth because I’m in pain.
The NIH/Vanderbilt has turned me away with a final diagnosis that is a complete misdiagnosis, so now I’m down to a PCP who will only write me prescriptions for my cholesterol meds. I might have the mast cell disease doctor, I might not. That’s up for debate.

So I wrote a letter to the President.

That’s right. Not that I expect Barry, a single digit midget with only months left in office, to be able to do much about it, but overall, I think those of us who are applying for or who have received disability really get the short end of the stick every time. Here’s what I asked for:

1) Common sense from the people who determine disability. I cannot believe how many times I have heard directly from people who say they have been turned down for disability because they have been paralyzed. One person was a paraplegic and their only way to ambulate was to blow into a straw on their customized wheelchair. THAT PERSON WAS TURNED DOWN FOR DISABILITY. Unless the SSA can prove that the vast majority of the U.S. population ambulates by blowing into a straw on their customized wheelchairs, I think this person should be considered disabled. Likewise, if I have to lay for 20-22 hours a day to keep the pressure off of my brain, common sense should tell my determiner that I am disabled, unless the majority of the U.S. population travels to work on a bed. THEY DON’T. Yet here I am, being told that there’s no way anything is wrong with me. By the way, it’s not just my physical limitations that determine my disability (silly me for thinking that); it’s my age and education too, and since I’m college-educated, there’s a higher chance of me finding some job to support myself – more so than someone with just a high school education, even if it’s a physical labor job that requires only a high school diploma. One guy was told that he can fold napkins, so he was denied disability. If anyone knows of a job where the only duty is to fold napkins and you can pay all your bills and eat too, hey, let me know, I will fold the shit out of those napkins…from my bed.

2. The time to process a disability case is appalling. I was told it “wasn’t unreasonable” to have to wait two years to be assigned a hearing to determine disability. If I can’t work and I don’t have any source of money coming in to pay for basic needs like rent and groceries, how is this reasonable? Not everyone has relatives that they can live with.

3. Accountability. I told President Obama that it’s incredible to me that I have to resort to writing to him or to daytime talk shows or to local TV stations with the hope that someone will find my story interesting enough to want to “rescue” me. But what about the thousands of people like me who don’t get that chance? Why should only one person win the lottery? Why are only some people worth the money and effort?

In closing, I acknowledged that my letter could be completely pointless if Trump is the President Elect. We all know how he hates disabled people…and people of color…and women…and poor people…and foreign people except for his wives (that he later cheated on)…