THis is so bad. I can't stop thinking about it. I don't know what I'm going to do. I have to stay positive, but ti's like one of those things where life is just fucking me over.
Sean got a review in the mail. Didn't get it til yesterday and it's past due. It's to continue getting benefits; the questionaire asks how, specifically, I'm disabled. I have so much trouble getting my mail at this apartment.
In fact, I personally didn't even get a packet to fill out & turn in before the ned of January. These things always come to the both of us.
I'd never just ignore or neglect mail like that. I know without a shadow of doubt that I didn't get one.
If I lose disability I'm screwed. I'm so screwed. There's no one who can afford to take care of me and I don't hink anyone would want to ehter.
Maybe it just means I lost medicare, which means no botox treatment to reduce my headaches from the 15 days a month they preent me from moving, breathing, eating, living.
Which also means I won't be able to get my antibiotic treatment, for ttwo months, for my MARCONS.
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