If It's Not One Thing...

Then it's gotta be three others... I managed to make it through my daughter's graduation and dinner afterwards but by then she was done to a fare-thee-well and I was worse.  So I wasn't able to go to my son's Spring choral recital.  Fortunately my dad recorded it!   She graduated on the 21st.  I'm still recovering.  I still have the bruise on my left wrist/arm from where I went down the Ramp From Hell in my wheelchair.  I couldn't get my chair to slow down even trying to stop the wheels with my racing gloves on and regardless of what the idjet woman in the orange vest said to my son about how he should have helped me (yes, the one who didn't even hop up to help) he wouldn't have been able to stop me unless he'd been pushing me from the start and even then he'd have had a hard time!!  Like I said, Ramp From Hell.  All architects... wait, make that all architects AND building inspectors yada yada, should be required to spend a week... no wait, make that TWO WEEKS using crutches, then two weeks on a cane and then two weeks in a chair... all of them with various body parts in devices that don't allow them to have various levels of 'disability'.  And I hate to tell these people something but Gee Golly Whillikers!

Okay... falling asleep now!!  More latter!!

Time to Call a Lawyer...

Well, I can't say it was unexpected but it was sure as all get out disappointing.  I just got denied for my first appeal for SSD.  You only get two so that means it's time to get a lawyer.  meh.  I soooOOOooo didn't need this today.  I've got a sick cat, a daughter whose stomach was not doing well followed by an anxiety attack and the usual pain pain pain and... oh yeah, pain.  What fun.  NOT!  ::sigh::  I'm going to go hang out in the Cat Blogosphere chat after I take some Imitrex (there's some more fun... self-injectors... at least it doesn't hurt as much as the new 'needleless'  injectors ICK!).

First Post

I started this blog so I'd have a place to write about things other than just the Teenage Mutant Ninja Kitty Horde who have their own blog.  I was going to write more (and will) but my Darling Daughter, who has bipolar disorder/ADD/anxiety disorder & is a Senior in HS, just texted, texted, texted, texted & then called because she's having panic attacks.  ::sigh::  Which means that rather than have my daily stay collapsed in the bed because my wrists have been killing me (along with everything else lately) due to the Planet Being in Retrograde (no, really!!  I'm sure that's it!) I need to go pick her up.  When she called she sounded really bad, so I'm off to the rescue!!  Fortunately we have ice cream at home.  It won't cure things, and I am bringing along her anti-anxiety med (which won't cure things either), but it will make it a wee bit more bearable.