Monday, December 15, 2008

Down for the count...

My body is absolutely freaking out on me again. Sometimes I think the pain is going to drive me out of my mind. I don't have a dime to go to the doc for further tests, but somehow I've got to figure this out. Social security won't listen to me without a well defined, incurable diagnosis, but nobody wants to give me a job when they see how physically incapable I am. So what in the world am I supposed to do? It's hard to feel hopeful when there is no relief in sight, especially when the refrigerator and gas tank are empty. I'm going to have to ask my stepdad for help again, and that's really depressing.

Nevertheless, I am going to try my best to function and get some things accomplished this week. I still have a lot of unpacking to do, and have to prepare for my upcoming demo. Thank goodness I won't be on my feet for that...they are setting up a table for me to sit at with my table top easel. That's a relief.

As far as volunteering at the shelter on Christmas Day, the only way I'll be able to do that is if I'm given a sit down job. I'm going to ask and see what I can do. If it works out, it works out. If it doesn't, I guess there's next year.

Things are going to get better. Somehow, they will.

1 comment:

gypsy@Hebrews11:13 said...

When things were really rough growing up, my Dad would always say, "Well, we're upwardly mobile." Meaning that things could only get better:) I hope you are able to get a solid diagnosis soon. It sounds somewhat like a friend of mine who has Rocky Mount Spotted Fever AND Fibromyalgia. Have you tested for those? My heart goes out to you.