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arabwelSo, recap of today. I habve a sinus infection, a sore tooth, pink eye, possibly angina or whatever that is in English, and on top of that, they cut off my phone due to unpaid bills.
Oops.
and that's not all. the fucking doc I saw today about keeping the money sflowing? Dear God she made me want to scream. she actually ahd the gall to suggest Id'd go to the effing ward. I felt more cornered and fucking ready to bolt or tear something apart than I have in ages - dear God but I wnated to scream. their ethical duty to see me get better and not be sent to early retirement - yeah rigght. 'shudders*
she was not pleased to heart hat i am off to Briutland, but I am secure for another six months. ther eis going to be a meeting, to which I was cordially invited *snort, involving a lot of people.. the people who give me my disability, the social services,t he nice people who pay the jobless, the doc at the health center... that sort of a thing. I am SO not looking forward to it.
the gist of it? they are forcing me to try to "get better" aka go to school or somesuch. can we say no. fucking. way!
amusingly enough, the one thing she kept harping on about is my sleep schedule - which is, as I like to say, perfectly n9ormal for someone whose "Job" is writing, with people who live on another continent. Bleh.
I am going to write morre pr0n now, I think. And still hoping for someone to give the Lordi/Awa/Dima thing a look about if it works or not before I post.
Oops.
and that's not all. the fucking doc I saw today about keeping the money sflowing? Dear God she made me want to scream. she actually ahd the gall to suggest Id'd go to the effing ward. I felt more cornered and fucking ready to bolt or tear something apart than I have in ages - dear God but I wnated to scream. their ethical duty to see me get better and not be sent to early retirement - yeah rigght. 'shudders*
she was not pleased to heart hat i am off to Briutland, but I am secure for another six months. ther eis going to be a meeting, to which I was cordially invited *snort, involving a lot of people.. the people who give me my disability, the social services,t he nice people who pay the jobless, the doc at the health center... that sort of a thing. I am SO not looking forward to it.
the gist of it? they are forcing me to try to "get better" aka go to school or somesuch. can we say no. fucking. way!
amusingly enough, the one thing she kept harping on about is my sleep schedule - which is, as I like to say, perfectly n9ormal for someone whose "Job" is writing, with people who live on another continent. Bleh.
I am going to write morre pr0n now, I think. And still hoping for someone to give the Lordi/Awa/Dima thing a look about if it works or not before I post.
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Date: 2006-08-24 04:19 pm (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2006-08-24 04:23 pm (UTC)... poor social eservices. they'ce pad my medical expenses for... *thinks' well, if I count my glasses? Around 800 euros at the very least. cause they alone were 638.-... meds, I have been hoisting on them by the effing bucketful - antibiotics, antridepressants, painkillers, migrraine meds, contraception, cough syrup.-... poor guys,r elaly.