Seems like I should be strummin’ a banjo, huh. Yoooooodelayheehoo!!! Welllll I been up, I been down. Ok…end of bad country song. Beginning of story.
It’s been good, a good summer, overall, the weather is lovely, I’m working (or at least I was…) and feeling happy and productive. Isn’t it amazing how a little output can make a person happy? Well, judge it if you will but it fuckin’ made me feel good to do something. And then? Well we pretty much finished up the work. There was only so much, importing these psychiatric files into this new system, and then, dunzo! I still act like the doctor’s assistant and call in prescriptions for her (DID YOU KNOW that you can just call in to the pharmacy and say you work for so-and-so doctor, and you can authorize refills?!?! What awesome power I have!!! And what a lax system is in place!!! But I digress..) So I am left with my fantastic new color laser printer/scanner, my desk all setup, and not much to do. HELP!
And then….I got the letter in the mail yesterday from SSI Disability that basically said, verbatim, “Fuck Off, Stop Appealing Our Decisions, You’re All Out of Appeals, Go The Fuck Away.” IT SAID THAT!!! It is all over and done with. Someone with severe Bipolar Depression, over 45 ECT Treatments, multiple hospitalizations, off “real” work for 2 ½ years….doesn’t qualify for Disability. So NOW I have to revise my life plan rather drastically and rather quickly to determine how in the hell I can support myself, and still like my life. Because the past options resulted in me hating my life. Oh lawdy my therapist is going to be earning that money tomorrow!! She’s gonna BLEED!!!
Meanwhile, back at your ranch, what’s been shakin’? Any new meat to report?