Hi all. Well I'm back from the doctor. On one hand I'm glad because the medical statement seems to be just what we need to get things done. Given the time the doc had to make this I'm truly grateful that he made it. On the other hand I hit my like a ton of bricks to have a outsider, my doctor, make a spot on evaluation on a certain period in my life, written on about one sheet of A4 paper. God, I certainly hope that absolutely no one, and that's including me of course, ever has to go through that amount of misery I had in 2002. When I was back in my car I cried for about fifteen minutes before I was able to get a grip again. Man I hate this sort of thing, and that's putting it lightly. Let's get this stuff over with is what I say. In the lunch break I'm going to mail everything to the proper department and then it's hoping everything goes the way we think it will. Keep your fingers crossed,