One of my all time favorite Far Side cartoons, where the cow is doing poetry and talks about the lush green grass on the other side of the fence and he ends it with, "darn the electric fence, darn the electric fence, thank you." I am feeling that way now. I filed for disability almost 3 years ago and am
still waiting for my day in court. I get so frustrated when I start thinking about it--almost to the point of rage. I know that I am not going to make a fortune off of it, I just want a little help with all these bills. A way to improve my life and give me some freedom. I hate being unable to help out in any way. I wish I could write a nasty letter to the government to crab about it but some how I don't think that would get me too far. I get so angry when I see people who got disability for lesser things than what I have and I start to really understand the meaning of "going postal." I know I probably should not bitch about not getting my free money, but
daggonit, it is based off of what I earned in the past. I don't know how people without someone who makes decent money make it. I asked my lawyer about it and he said they aren't--they are slipping through the cracks. So I know I should be thankful that my husband makes a modest income that keeps our heads above water, but I hate this lack of financial freedom or the ability to help out even a tiny bit.
Arg! I just had to bitch about this. I feel so hemmed in and trapped by not having my own money to spend and really want to say a bunch of negative things about the whole
SSI system. But I have a feeling that most of us feel the same way so I don't think I need to give a laundry list of all the reasons I want to go throttle the people in charge of disability for being slower than a herd of salted slugs.
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"Slower than a herd of salted slugs"
Now THERE'S an image to treasure!!! Although, there AREN'T any slugs in Nebraska, are there?!? We've got 'em all out here in Seattle...
Linda D. in Seattle
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