Personal Injury – Don’t Get Injured

There is absolutely nothing worse than being on long-term disability. I’ve been out of commission for three months now, and let me tell you, it is awful.

You’d think, on the surface of it, that you might enjoy the time off, but you’d be wrong. Whether you like your job or not, not working at all is not what it’s cracked up to be.

First of all, it’s boring. The first week or two, when you might actually have enjoyed it, you’re in pain, and you’re stressed. You’ve got medical bills, and your insurance company is being hesitant about paying, and you’ve had to contact a personal injury lawyer, which you worry you’ll have to pay even if they’re nice and say they take it out of money from the insurance.

The first weeks are awful. Then, by the time all that is taken care of, by the time you’re healed enough to not be in such pain, and the insurance company has paid, and the lawyer nicely has not taken all of your money, you’re bored. Just stone cold bored. You want to get up, and you can’t. You want to go out, but you can’t. You want to hang out with people, but you can’t because they’re at work.

At that point, you just start sitting around, watching way too much TV until you get to the point you are bored even with TV.

It’s just awful. I don’t have the best job in the world. I work at a warehouse out on the west side. The hours are tough, and the work is boring. I’m out there all night during the week and then I have a day shift on the weekend, which throws off my sleep. Working nights means I never see anybody else. If you’d told me six months ago I could dislocate something and take a few months off, I’d have asked how to do it and done it right there, but now I just can’t wait to get back to my crummy job.

Basically, the point of this post is that you should never get injured. It’s not like when you were a kid and you got the chickenpox so you stayed home for a week, carefree except for a little itching.

You’re bored. And you feel bad, especially if you have a tired spouse coming home every night, who has to do all the cooking and cleaning after doing all the working. It’s just not a very pleasant experience all around.

The good news, for me at least, is that the doctor says I’m healing up well enough to go back in about two more months. I told him I’d do as much physical therapy as he could give me to get back. Unfortunately, that’s as fast as he can make everything work again.

Here’s hoping he’s done his calculations wrong, though, and I can beat it by a few weeks. I’m going crazy laying on this couch.

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