Today, Robb and I drive down to Stanford University for a much anticipated (and much dreaded) doctor's appointment.
This appointment will be a multi-hour assessment of Robb's case by a doctor who has been selected by the worker's compensation company. It is the first big step in closing out our case. (Terrifying.)
The insurance company is looking for a designation from a physician that Robb's condition is "Permanent and Stationary," and once they get that assurance, we move into a whole new phase, in terms of how our case is managed. Basically, once the doctors say that Robb isn't going to get appreciably better, the insurance company can change how they think about his treatment plan, and the plan for the future.
I hate the idea that someone is going to tell us that Robb isn't going to continue to improve. I dread having to make decisions that involved the phrase "for the rest of his life."
This whole thing stresses me out so terribly.
I can only imagine how Robb feels.
Who knows, maybe he's willing to delegate, and let me do the fretting, while he continues to work on getting better.