Today I had the deposition for my ankle lawsuit. I realized that despite sharing my tale of woe so many times, it’s really difficult to remember all the details from almost three years ago – I remember some and not others.
The insurance company attorney was your typical asshole lawyer. He started pushing me on why I hadn’t made more follow-up appointments for my ankle and I said, “Do you have any idea how difficult it is to get an appointment with a specialist?”
“As a matter of fact, I do,” he said haughtily.
I probably should have added “when you don’t have a secretary and a wife organizing the rest of your life and you’re worried about the $50 co-pay for each office visit” – not to mention the fact that I wasn’t getting much actual help from anyone in the medical profession for the pain and lack of function.
In fact, it got really funny after awhile. Whenever I would say that I didn’t do something because of the cost, he’d sneer and say, “And YET, you spend $60 A WEEK going to a ‘massage therapist.'”
And I’d say, “Yes, because he’s the only thing that’s given me any relief from the pain.”
“And YET, you couldn’t join a Y or something to work OUT and lose WEIGHT,” he’d say, sneering again.
“It’s several hundred dollars to join the Y,” I said.
“And you couldn’t put the money ASIDE to DO something,” he’d say. “Yet you paid $60 a WEEK to see a MASSAGE therapist.”
He tried to make it sound like I was lying in a dark room getting a spa treatment with hot stones and aromatherapy. Let me tell you, these treatments often hurt like hell. The therapist is literally breaking down and stretching out contracted muscles, and poking into trigger points, and it ain’t easy. Sometimes I can barely get off the table.
Anyway, after a while, it got boring. I mean, the fact is, I fell out of the truck and his client is responsible. He can dance around waving chicken bones and scream in my face to scare me, but that doesn’t change the facts.
He even asked me why I didn’t hang onto the truck’s grab bar as I was falling. I was a little pissed at having to answer such an obviously stupid question and said, “Because of the laws of physics.”
He repeated the question. I said again that it was the laws of physics – the weight of my body pulled me to the ground. (Asshole.)
I know they’re supposed to act like assholes to push your buttons and get you to say things they can use against you, but really, I believe I have the moral high ground here and I found the entire procedure to be infuriating.
After all, I’M the one who usually gets to ask the questions.