My wrists are still so swollen that I can\’t get my plastic bracelets off, which means I can\’t wear my braces.
My therapist told me today to quite my job and file for disability like, yesterday, so that I can get the surgery I need paid for, as well as physical therapy and my medication and everything covered until I can work again. This is the third time my doctors have recommended disability support in fifteen months. This time, I think I\’m going to take it.
I can\’t get a doctor\’s note from my physician until Monday, so some how I have to suffer through my job tomorrow and Friday, and pray that my carpal tunnels don\’t just burst. Then I quit my job and become dependent on the state.
I can\’t believe I\’m doing this, but I really don\’t see any other choice. I can\’t fucking drive, I can\’t hold eating utensils, blah blah blah whine whine whine.
The plan is to get a loan from my grandfather to buy voice recognition software and hardware, use my nice fat paycheck that I\’ll get from this week (three days of work will yeild more than I made at Waldenbook\’s in a full week) to get my server\’s back up, then Oi/Monkey House Networks will go back online and that\’ll be my entire income. At the moment, I don\’t have any other choice.
Don\’t do drugs, kids… they\’ll screw you up for good.
