There are many hard working individuals out there. I'm sure many, many, many of you are. I know, I was one. So was, wait is, my father and my brother, all my uncles, some of my aunts (who weren't stay at home mothers), and even my bestestest friend in the world. My mother was a hard working housewife who, never let it be said, sat on her butt eating bon-bons all day while my dad worked his two jobs, as a railroader and an electrician. She raised us kids rights. I can't help it if my older brother went down the wrong path. . .anywhooo
Yet, now that I've have had brain surgery
(photo coming up but it's not that bad)
and 3 pelvic bone surgeries to remove bone tumors, a myriad of other major surgeries, and finally a spinal fusion (sorry, no photos to share of those areas!), I am unable to hold a steady job. And am fighting, yes, fighting for disability! I worked from the time before leaving college to 2003, when the brain surgery and then skull repair surgery occurred. Oh yes, I had to have a second crack open my skull because it didn't heal properly and I was leaking spinal fluid from between my brain and my skin. Doesn't that just sound great? It looked like I had a cantaloupe on the back of my noggin!
I fought back though. I was determined to get back into the work field. But, nobody wanted to hire someone who had had brain surgery. The mere mention of brain surgery and the interviewer's eyes would glaze over and I could just see the "OMG she's going to die tomorrow, we CAN'T hire her" come over his face.
What was I to do?
I started working at a last resort school for violent and behaviorally challenged students but the first year there, I got caught in the middle of a fight and was clocked in the back of my head and received a concussion for my efforts not to mention severe pain from having the scar area hit. The second year, I was moved to a handicapped unit and was bit, punched, kicked, spit on, shoved, and the final straw was when a highly functioning autistic young man brought a fully loaded hand gun without a safety into the room. I was the one responsible for removing it and locking it in a safe location. After all that, my doctor said, ENOUGH! You will leave that job. You can not risk your safety. So, I resigned and again began job hunting finding the same glazed over looks. Finally, I took a position as a cashier, which was the very first job I had back in 1987. I did enjoy it though. Then I broke a vertebrae lifting a 24 pack of Pepsi and that was the end of that. And for that effort, received my spinal fusion. And thus continued my
I require some daily medication. The most expensive one is Cymbalta. Now, I'm sure you've seen those commercials that say, "if you can not afford your medicine, blah blah pharmaceuticals can help you out." And so, I was getting my Cymbalta through the
But, guess what? Because I now have ZERO income, I am told
I'm sorry, what was that again? I don't think I heard you correctly.
How is THAT possible? The conclusion I have come to?
Yep, work hard, do the right thing, play by the rules, and you will be screwed!
I'm tempted to go out on a tangent and rant against those who don't work, except on their backs, and play the system for all it's worth but I don't think I need say anymore.
I'm fairly certain that you understand I am
Now, I have to check with my PC physician to see if there's any combo medications that I can take that this (THANK GOD IT'S THERE) Faith Community free pharmacy has, otherwise I will have to go off my depression medication and we ALL know that's never a good thing.
My final thought for today~~~
~~~ps. I promise to try my best to have more upbeat blogs than rants and downers but, I just had to get this out of my system. I hope you understand~~~