It can be up to two years to challenge a rejection. Plus however long before that..
I wonder if maybe they just wait until three years since you last worked and then schedule a hearing.
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Hi!boo, It's a ghost.
Hi!Is it just coincidence that u and wise came back at the same time or what? lol
If you make a single post, you're back, even if it's only for the one post. Hope you're doing as well as can be expected!um what. how is that a coincidence and maybe I am not back. this could be the last ever post i make.
um what. how is that a coincidence and maybe I am not back. this could be the last ever post i make.
um what. how is that a coincidence and maybe I am not back. this could be the last ever post i make.
I bought a mustard-yellow cardigan.
I hate it. I hated it in the store, and I hated it when I tried it on, and I still hate it now, but I was talked into buying it because "This color is going to be very big this fall!" And also, "You'll be amazed how often you'll wear it, I promise!"
So I brought it home to live amongst my non-mustardy colored clothes, and as I hung it in my closet, no less than four other tops seemed to pop out of the woodwork and beg to be paired with this hideous sweater. Tops I never wear because I had nothing they really went with. Tops that needed...a cardigan. A mustard. yellow. cardigan.
Nothing in my world makes sense anymore.
On another note...my doctor may or may not have figured out the puzzle that has been my health for a year now. She diagnosed me with PCOS, gave me the option of trying medications to see what helps, and two months later I'm on two different medicines that seem only to have a bunch of frustrating side effects rather than doing anything to stop any of the issues I originally saw a doctor for. Also, fibromyalgia. I thought that was just a thing people in commercials got so that companies could advertise their meds...
When I look on the bright side, I'm glad that so far nothing is all that serious. These things don't HAVE to be treated. There are plenty of things I can do on my own to manage my symptoms. No biggie.
When I'm feeling less optimistic, I get angry. I just want to feel like myself again. I don't want to "try out" medicines and cope with the side effects. I don't want to wake up in pain, or try to fall asleep through unexplained heart palpitations. I don't want to feel exhausted all the time.
Today is more of an optimistic day. Summer has been good. My daughter's eye surgery went well and her vision will improve, school shopping is done, my birthday is behind me for the year, and it's almost time to make crab apple jelly. Things seem...manageable. I may even wear that stupid cardigan.
Hi MissCris.I bought a mustard-yellow cardigan.
I hate it. I hated it in the store, and I hated it when I tried it on, and I still hate it now, but I was talked into buying it because "This color is going to be very big this fall!" And also, "You'll be amazed how often you'll wear it, I promise!"
So I brought it home to live amongst my non-mustardy colored clothes, and as I hung it in my closet, no less than four other tops seemed to pop out of the woodwork and beg to be paired with this hideous sweater. Tops I never wear because I had nothing they really went with. Tops that needed...a cardigan. A mustard. yellow. cardigan.
Nothing in my world makes sense anymore.
On another note...my doctor may or may not have figured out the puzzle that has been my health for a year now. She diagnosed me with PCOS, gave me the option of trying medications to see what helps, and two months later I'm on two different medicines that seem only to have a bunch of frustrating side effects rather than doing anything to stop any of the issues I originally saw a doctor for. Also, fibromyalgia. I thought that was just a thing people in commercials got so that companies could advertise their meds...
When I look on the bright side, I'm glad that so far nothing is all that serious. These things don't HAVE to be treated. There are plenty of things I can do on my own to manage my symptoms. No biggie.
When I'm feeling less optimistic, I get angry. I just want to feel like myself again. I don't want to "try out" medicines and cope with the side effects. I don't want to wake up in pain, or try to fall asleep through unexplained heart palpitations. I don't want to feel exhausted all the time.
Today is more of an optimistic day. Summer has been good. My daughter's eye surgery went well and her vision will improve, school shopping is done, my birthday is behind me for the year, and it's almost time to make crab apple jelly. Things seem...manageable. I may even wear that stupid cardigan.
meh.......