@George,
I know.
I glad of a couple of things.
#1, that the caseworker was someone who just rattled this off, not caring if we reapplied or not. The fact she did as much as she could, by emphasizing and making sure she was being understood, meant a lot.
#2, I'm glad I was there to hear her. As we were going back to the car, I was saying how glad I was that I knew to keep applying, that we were going to be rejected, that I knew it was going to take time and attention to deadlines.
Wally was like "What?"
I said "Did you hear her when she was saying WHEN we get rejected, to make sure we appealed, and WHEN our appeal was rejected, to get an attorney?"
He said no, he really hadn't heard that, or that she was emphasizing it. For him, it all "well, we put in the paperwork, let's see how it goes"
Funny story George...
At some point, I don't know after which rejection, he had to show up for a phychiatric exam, to see if his physical state was effecting him as far a memory, mental status, etc.
So, we go to this doctors's office, our appointment in the morning, I don't know, maybe 10am
We're sitting at such an angle that the doctor could see both of us at the same time, that I could see both of them at the same time, but that Wally would have to turn his body to see me.
The doc is asking all these questions, sometimes glancing at me for confirmation.
He asks Wally what he had for breakfast that morning, (Wally hardly ever eats breakfast).
Wally says "I didn't have breakfast"
I said "Yes you did"
Wally "I did?"
Me "You don't remember what you had?"
Wally (now looking confused) "No, I don't remember"
I look at the doctor using my "wife look" as if to say "see what I mean?"
When we finished, the doctor printed out a copy of his notes that he was going to send in, for us to have. In the notes it talked about short term memory loss, not remembering a recent meal, etc.
We leave, we're walking out to the car, and Wally asks me "Did I have breakfast?"
I said "**** no, you never eat breakfast"