DENIED!

Well life sucks, that's not exactly any kind of earth shattering new information, more like,
"This just in; Sun sets in the west!"

Last Friday life got, well suckier, Disability denied my claim. This was my appeal after being denied once already.

So now I'm looking for work, I hear that Wal*Mart's hiring :o), hey, I've already got the clothes :o(

I have no doubt that blood would be spilled if I went back. Best case scenario, just mine, but there's a real possibility that I'd take someone (someones) with me.
Probably not a great idea.

I live in a small town, having fled Phoenix, barely escaping with my life. Another year there would definitely have killed me.

If I'd stayed in Phoenix there would be more jobs, but also perhaps 100 times more competition for them, here there are fewer jobs, and I'm not qualified for most of them, my physical disabilities preclude me from the rest.
I'm fucked either way.
I still think I made the right decision leaving the big city for the small town, if I have to be sitting somewhere fucked, I'm better off being here, where I can relax, in Phoenix my fear of crowded places made even grocery shopping an extremely unpleasent experience.


Mrs. Greeter is working 60 + hours a week to almost support us while I sit around on my ass crying. It's been almost a month since I listed anything on ebay, I'm running out of things to sell and truthfully, I'm sick of people getting my prized possessions for almost nothing then bitching that the postage is too high. I need to put some stuff up soon though.

My work on my book is stalled because I just can't seem to get excited about anything.

I hope I can pull out of my funk pretty soon.

The meds numb this and dull that, but I still have the bad thoughts, I think about death a lot. Only Mrs. Greeter and my desire to live long enough to keep my brother from getting my share of our small inheritence keep me interested in breathing.

I'm not real excited about the money (I don't know how much it'll be or when it'll come), I just don't want him to get it. For whatever reason my mother stated if either of us died before the inheritence is paid the surviving sibling gets the other's share. She made no provision for our spouses. I know he would leave my wife hanging, if he were to pass(God forbid), I'd see that his wife got his share, that seems only fair to me.

I'm gonna go for now, I just thought I'd update the blog.

Hopefully the next update will be a little more entertaining.

Until next time,
-The Greeter