Just keep swimming.

[brightlotusmoon]

I had a long phone conversation with my lawyer, Mitch. He and Adam spoke to each other as well. Mitch constantly reassured me that it would be a kind, gentle hearing, that the judge would have enough medical knowledge and information that all I had to do, the only thing I had to do, was be myself and tell the truth. I wouldn't need to explain myself, no long words or speeches, not that I could anyway. Just be myself. Terrified and nervous and squeaky would be fine. If I needed a break, I could have it. If I needed to run screaming, I could. If all I was capable of was curling up in my chair and crying, that was fine, as long as I could answer some questions. No makeup. Nice slacks. Hair loose. A cane.
Mitch and I did a trial run with questions the judge would ask. He told me I had a very very very good chance; there is absolutely no doubt that I am disabled. They just want to know if I am disabled enough for their rules. I will fall apart no matter what. But you know what, it will be fine. Mitch will fight long and hard for me.
The current unfortunate part is that most of that phone conversation is already fading from my memory, but Adam will help, since we had the phone on speaker.
Just keep swimming.