Oh, okay, you caught me; it's really a few little things. Well, maybe a couple of little things and one semi-large thing. The little things - a relentless toofache, the realization that my body does not like wheat (which is half of my goddamn fucking diet), and the landlord stopping by to say the township inspector will be here next week ("and by the way, I'll be dropping off two smoke detectors and a range hood for you to install yourself!") - well, the little things I can handle. I'm invincible, dammit, I can handle ANYTHING. Which is a Very Good Thing, dearios, as the semi-large thing is that the government decided that I am not disabled.
Yeah... they decided after meeting myself and my lawyer once, for 45 minutes, that I'm not disabled. They decided that I could TOTALLY work in a factory, doing repetitive tasks, or that I could flip burgers somewhere. Well, my dear, darling fucking asshat government, I'd like to explain to you why I (like so many other genuinely disabled folks) am UNable to do those kinds of jobs. For the sake of anthropomorphistic glee, we're going to assume that the government is One Stupid Person, not a million marginally moronic fools. That said, Government, do you know what Arthritis, Fibromyalgia, Bi-patello-femoral Syndrome and IBS are? No? Well, imagine that your wrists are trying to detach from your arms while your muscles all ache as though you were beaten to a pulp 5 minutes ago, and that your knees are also trying to detach from your body - then imagine that the painkillers you so desperately need in order to function are not even remotely digestible because your stomach rejects EVERY FUCKING THING you try to put in it. You got that, Government? Good. Because THAT is my life, on a daily basis. I would love to go back to work! I miss working the way, well, the way you miss having the blind support of a nation. When I've tried - repeatedly, for the past four YEARS - to get hired, I am turned down. Why? BECAUSE I'm FUCKING DISABLED!! You stupid fucking pricks! YOU wouldn't hire me, so what makes you think anyone else will??
Gaaaaah!!!!!
Wine. NOW. I need to go out, drink some wine - which is wheat-free, and thus "safe" for me - and calm the fuck down before I start spluttering and drooling in the corner. Again.
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