I'm not a lawyer, path diverged, but it was both hilarious and devastating what went on in that office. I'd turn in initial briefs (my job way back then was to read through all their medical notes and then turn them into something readable for the law types) and it was just like "this guy has needed a new wheelchair for 2 fuckin years, assholes," and then I'd find the specs of the different wheelchairs that would be more suitable, and then my lovely old boss would call me into the office and say "hey, that's not how we word things, let's have you go over my edits" and we'd trade back and forth until my vitriol married his professionalism.

A scathing legal brief is so exciting to read. You're on the edge of your seat like it's a final match in [insert your preferred sport] like GET EM!" Good times.

I hope you're doing okay, message me if you want to vent about the SSDI process or anything! I'm not in it now tho