How Many Days….
“How many days have left you in tears, wondering, and not fully comprehending, why people feel the need to tear you down to bits and lie to your face about things that do not pertain to the matter at hand…?” -Rachel Locke
*This was 100% the afternoon I had, as I testified on my own behalf to get my health insurance reinstated. I walked out in tears and now my fate rests in the hand of a judge (and my doctor FINALLY getting off his ass and submitting my complete medical file. He’s had an entire year to do this, and I’m fed up with the bullshit. There’s simply no excuse at this point!). I desperately need the medication I was previously taking for the Fibromyalgia and my health benefits on a whole so I can get everything else regarding my health (migraines, neck injury, hip injury, etc.) to some semblance of ok, as opposed to “normal”. Nothing is perfect, but this shit set me back YEARS because I was in the midst of trying to stabilize the pain on all fronts and then this crap happened. My benefits were unceremoniously cut off a year ago without any warning whatsoever, which in this particular situation, is illegal. Two companies are blaming the other as opposed to either of them taking responsibility, but all I want is my benefits so I can get my medication again. I shouldn’t have had to explain myself or discuss my medical history or answer ridiculous questions as if I committed a fucking crime when someone else is the screw-up, not me. I had to keep my temper in check and remind myself that I do not look good in orange. UHHHHHH!!! I sincerely hope everyone else’s day was far superior. I wouldn’t wish this crap on ANYONE!!*
Here Without You
It’s only 7:00 a.m. and I’m already having a hard time dealing with this day. Too much unhappy crap and things stressing me out to the point of breaking me. I’m sick of it all, truly.