Appealing the Indecision

Moderatix note: This post will be United States Military centric, as that is the perspective I offer, and the broken system within which I currently exist and attempt to navigate.  Other voices are welcome and experiences appreciated within the context of the conversation, since I can not pretend to know every thing about every military experience from every branch in every country.

The MedBoard has handed down its decision and you have been given ten calendar days (this is very specific, calendar days, not business days) to vie for any appeal if you are unhappy with or believe that the findings were not in your best interest.

Here’s the catch.

One of the doctors who wrote a recommendation for your review board has to agree to write a rebuttal to the review board on your behalf.

If the military and DoD as a whole are pressuring doctors to give lower diagnoses to prevent higher disability ratings, how many doctors do you think are going to come rallying on your behalf?  I’ll wait while you count them.

If a doctor has already written a recommendation to the Medical Review Board chances are they aren’t exactly champing at the bit to write a recommendation that goes against their original finding.  They also have to submit new diagnostic criteria to show why they think that your case has merit for review.  It takes time to do this, and the doctor has to be willing to fit you in to their schedules in order to accommodate this.

In my case, my filing doctor had done all he could do.  He had written the strongest case that he could, but the case depended on the letters written by the specialists, including the rheumatologist.  The rheumatologist was my turncoat.  He, together with the chiropractor, had suggested my diagnosis, and had proceeded to treat me accordingly until my review board needed letters written.

I received my MedBoard findings on a Friday.  If you are keeping count at home, Friday counts as calendar day one.  Saturday and Sunday are days two and three, and on Monday I was scrambling to get my filing doctor to find time to see me.  This required me to make a walk in appointment, which left me waiting all day for a cancellation, only to be told that he could do nothing to help me.  Day four wasted.  Day five came (mind you, I was missing work but still getting calls about it, plus still receiving my regular treatments), and I could not get an appointment with the rheumatologist.  I called, went to the office, sat in the waiting room, left messages on days six and seven.  Nothing.  Finally, on day eight (the last day for me to do anything at all, because my day ten was a Sunday, and my response would be entered Monday), I waited until I saw the rheumatologist, and literally chased him down, in tears, and begged.  Sighing (yes, he sighed, audibly), he let me into his office to hear me out.  He told me point blank that no one had ever said that I had fibromyalgia (what the fuck were they treating me for, and what the fuck was that at the top of my medical record?, I thought to myself), and that there was no way to prove that I did.  For all he knew, I could have CFS, Lupus, PTSD, chronic depression, or anything at all, and since it could be anything, his finding had to be that it was nothing, and he was unwilling to devote any more work to my case.

Unwilling.

If your doctors are unwilling to help you then you have no recourse at all.  None.  You have to have a doctor backing you to file an appeal.  I can not tell you the feeling of helplessness and loss I felt as I went to the liason’s office (which, I am not even sure why there is a liason, because mine only handled paperwork, and did nothing to help me except tell me I had 30 days to prepare to be out) to sign the paperwork that ended my military career with a MedBoard finding that I not only objected to, but that was wrong.  Wrong, and incorrect according to what every doctor who had written otherwise had told me up until this whole mess started.  All of a sudden they were not on my side, and I had no advocate.  It was me against them.

If you get a doctor who is willing to back you then the evidence is presented to the board again.  The board has the right to call you to appear before them in person to review your case at this point, which for some is a major deterrent.  This decision, IIRC, is final (there may be one more appeal opportunity, but it is a lather, rinse, repeat process, with that one being final).  That part is fuzzy to me…probably because the process from this point was so upsetting…

I had an opportunity to make a choice to remain in under what is called PERMLIMDU, or Permanent Limited Duty Status, which in the Navy means that you remain in for the remainder of your obligation under a specific set of guidelines, doing a job within those guidelines, retaining all of your benefits and allowances, but not being able to or allowed perform certain duties.  You have to have approval from the Command, your direct CoC, and at least one of your treating physicians for this to happen, and for a few reasons I hope to cover in another post, I was to ashamed to take this option.  So, I signed the paperwork, and with 30 days left began my transition from Sailor to Veteran.

During the transition there are long classes to take to help prepare you for civilian life, in which a lot of people from many offices come to talk to you about your insurance options, how to write a resume, how to get care from the VA hospitals, and how to tell time like a civilian (I still haven’t mastered that one, it isn’t “10 PM”, it’s 2200, dammit!).  One is a representative from the DAV (Disabled American Veterans), and I remember her presentation well, because I was the only person there with a MedSep.  She made me laugh out loud, earning me a dirty look and a lecture.  She was explaining to us about our exit exams, and that we needed to document everything that was wrong with us, to hold the military accountable for our condition and for reporting to the VA.  There are things that we can document that do not matter, like shin splints and a few others I can’t remember, and she was trying to tell us that if we documented it all together as fibromyalgia that the doctors had to give us a disability rating for all of them combined.  This was what made me laugh, and she made me tell her what was so funny.  I told her that it was great advice as long as she could direct us to a doctor who was willing to support that, because so far I hadn’t found one, and that I would love to meet one.  She spent about five more minutes reassuring me that she knew for a fact that if I said it was true then the doctors would back me up.  I am not sure we were in the same military.

The military’s determination to get doctors to downplay the conditions of service members, particularly those with invisible or difficult to diagnose conditions, leaves a veteran in a particularly vulnerable position, with no one on hir side.  There is no advocate.  There is no one to speak for you if your doctors are unwilling to back you up or fight for your care.  This dumps all the work and responsibility of getting the diagnosis and care squarely in the lap of the veteran, who is soon to be dealing with transitioning into a world that is long foreign.  Some veterans never make the transition successfully (about one in four homeless today are US Veterans, which is startling if you consider that veterans only make up about 11% of the population, and active duty military less than 1%).  If this kind of treatment continues I believe that we are going to see these numbers surge, as more and more people return from combat with invisible injuries such as PTSD.  I hear that the military is going to start taking these things “more seriously“.  Good on them.  I don’t think it’s enough soon enough.  Too many people have fallen through the cracks…and too many more are still.

And what about all the people who weren’t “in combat”.  Cuz, ya know, women can’t be in combat, so how can they possibly have combat related injuries?  Or people who didn’t have combat related jobs?  Are their lives somehow less valuable?

The short answer?  Yes.  Because that is the first thing you learn at boot.  You don’t matter.  You are nothing but a number.

The long answer?  Coming soon.

4 Comments

  1. It seems that the Navy has its own special brand of FUBAR on med boards. My husband was boarded out of the Navy, then reinstated to enter the Army, reinjured, and then med boarded out of the Army. The Navy was by far the screwiest. His diagnosis kept mysteriously changing on his papers. They even got the knee wrong once. I can’t imagine dealing with the Navy process without something as obvious as a blown-out knee.

    Well, it would have been harder for the Army to mess with him – half of his CoC saw him get injured. They were playing “kill-the-guy-with-the-ball” at PT. Gunshot wounds and shrapnel were no problem, but he was boarded from a PT injury. I told him no good would come of his playing football with girls. 🙂

  2. Yeah, IIRC, and it would take a bit of research, but probably not too much, the Navy/Marines have their own board, and the Army has its own board, but it might include the Air Force, I am not sure how it breaks down. I know my board was conducted by Navy and Marine Corps officers.

    My doctor though, the Rheum, he was Army. My filing doctor was Navy, and all of his superiors Navy or MC. All the other docs were civilians. The turncoat was the Army guy.

  3. Just… ugh.

    And so not surprising.

    There are people that don’t help the situation – my uncle is in the Army National Guard, and when he was called up to go to Iraq a few years ago, he had many valid reasons to not go, one of which isn’t even health related. But he was having psychiatric problems, he should not have gone to a warzone after a suicide attempt. But meh, his friends just hushed that up.

    When they’re willing to help, people cover it up. So how can those who need help get it?

    Former Navy brat, with a kidney stone, waiting on Tricare to get its thumb out of its butt and approve a damn urologist so I can have documentation for Student Disability Services. Grr! The sicker you are, the more you have to do when it comes to healthcare. Bonus points if you’re having trouble thinking!
    .-= Kaitlyn´s last blog ..It’s so nice when one pic sums up your day =-.

  4. Maybe it’s me, but I’m missing the logic of “it could be anything so I have to say it’s nothing.” Um. Anything != nothing, last I checked. In fact, they seem to be… hmmm… opposites!

    Your rheum was a jackass in concert with the board.