Lucy's brand gluten-free vegan ginger snaps are the tastiest crack atm. Holy moly, I can't stop homphing them.
Get yourself some, yo!
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Saturday, January 12, 2013
Surrealism in Daily Living
Think of the most stressful, demeaning experience you've encountered wherein strangers decided your future. A small room of authority figures, all squeezed in together too tightly, adding a cumbersome wheelchair and a borderline-panic attack. Recipe for disaster, right? They'll treat you like a drain on the system, a street beggar, less than human, less than domestic animals...
Or they'll surprise and astound you with their courteous welcomes and warm smiles. They'll make little jokes to ease the tension and relax you before the proceedings. They'll believe you. They will read every scrap of paper in your files and say, with no sarcasm or insult, that you really can no longer work. That you did work, very very hard in fact, but you are unable to continue because you are obviously disabled and will never improve in physical health.
That you deserve the benefits you will receive.
Then, after all of the questions and incredulity over the length of time you've been waiting and fighting for your rightful benefits, they'll wish you a great day and send you on your happy and secure way.
Surrealism, I tells ya. Juxtaposed with a whole lotta holy shitballs, Batman.
There is no doubt in my mind that I'd have given up on myself if not for the unwavering support, love and understanding from my best mate (who is fortunately also my life mate and husband). He has never once given up on me. He's delighted to see me so validated and joyful, and is valiantly putting up with my awful puns as well as the groaner jokes. Love him.
Or they'll surprise and astound you with their courteous welcomes and warm smiles. They'll make little jokes to ease the tension and relax you before the proceedings. They'll believe you. They will read every scrap of paper in your files and say, with no sarcasm or insult, that you really can no longer work. That you did work, very very hard in fact, but you are unable to continue because you are obviously disabled and will never improve in physical health.
That you deserve the benefits you will receive.
Then, after all of the questions and incredulity over the length of time you've been waiting and fighting for your rightful benefits, they'll wish you a great day and send you on your happy and secure way.
Surrealism, I tells ya. Juxtaposed with a whole lotta holy shitballs, Batman.
There is no doubt in my mind that I'd have given up on myself if not for the unwavering support, love and understanding from my best mate (who is fortunately also my life mate and husband). He has never once given up on me. He's delighted to see me so validated and joyful, and is valiantly putting up with my awful puns as well as the groaner jokes. Love him.
Saturday, January 5, 2013
Scaredy Cat
Two days until my disability hearing. Scared it'll be like the last one, afraid it could possibly be worse, anxious over everything that could maybe happen...
I know the system is this way to weed out the scammers. Does eight goddamn years of begging and pleading and fighting count me as "not a fucking scammer" in their book?
I hope to the gods it does. My body needs help and so does my heart.
I know the system is this way to weed out the scammers. Does eight goddamn years of begging and pleading and fighting count me as "not a fucking scammer" in their book?
I hope to the gods it does. My body needs help and so does my heart.
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