Brain Injury Blog by Marie G. Cooney

February 1, 2012

Work Comp Sucks

Work Comp Sucks! It sucks you dry. Work Comp sucks your energy, your finances, your physical and emotional wellbeing, your social life, your family life, and your friends. Work Comp depletes you of everything you knew or had before your injury. Work Comp sucks every ounce and every breath you think you have to fight a system that is suppose to help an injured worker, not suck you dry!

Work Comp sucks, but I will survive! I will survive the dumb hired-guns, so called Independent Medical Experts, who we all know are Adversarial Moronic Examiners. Hired hit-men were paid to see me, an injured person once, or twice, or maybe three times, over more years than one should ever have to waste, waiting for a fair and equitable hearing before a justice of the courts. The Work Comp mob tries to counter what my authentic, legitimate, medical providers know about me and about my injuries, after seeing me so many times over so many, many years.

I will survive video surveillances, which are nothing short of misguided attempts to disgrace me, degrade me, mislead others, and trespass against me, violate my rights to privacy, as well as the rights of those I love. I will not fall into misbegotten booby-traps set to blackmail and bankrupt me into pathetic settlements, out of financial desperation, before I can obtain a fair and lawful hearing.

After almost seven years post Traumatic Brain Injury, I will have my own day in court. I will not settle my case as one in a million cases, with any insurance company, out of convenience or desperation. I will survive all attempts to attack my personal dignity, my altered sense of self worth, and all that I am learning about who I am and who I am becoming.

The people employed by Work Comp insurance companies don’t really see an ounce of me, the person I was before my Traumatic Brain Injury, the parts of me that I struggle every day to reclaim, or the parts I grieve repeatedly, knowing I must let go of them, in order to become the person I am today. Unlike many within the Work Comp so called “insurance” industry, I welcome the unknown person I am becoming tomorrow, and the next day, and all days to follow. I really don’t have any assurance of their support of me, my hopes, and my dreams, or struggles with the life long affects of a permanent disability.

Work Comp Sucks! It sucks you dry! It is a cesspool, clogged by its own dung. Above Workers Comp, and beyond all who slug through its cesspool and try to drown me, I will rise!  For a Divine Sculptress has carved me out a beautiful mass of stone. Chip by chip, and piece by piece, and fallen stone after fallen stone, I have been scribed into someone new. I am among the risen ones. You may have stolen shards of my being. But for the sake of my own growth, other unfinished gems had to be released by me. The Divine has looked down upon me, and She smiles. For in the end, I have survived! I will not be defined nor defiled by your cesspool. Work Comp, you have no power over me. Not anymore! I see you. I raise you. I call your bluff! I warn you, “My Royal Flush beats your crap, any day.”

I am Confidence reclaimed.