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I'm sorry I'm still being as indecisive as a cat, but there it is.
Thank you (and I'd give you a kiss if you were here) {{{{{{{{{{{{Adrian}}}}}}}}}}}} for remembering my birthday, and thank you to all who responded. I send purrs and prayers and share laughter and smiles where they are appropriate. My depression has deepened to a point where it is hard to function. And I am *on* antidepressants. My old doctor graduated, so I guess I should see what the new one says. I managed the last week of June to somehow break and/or sprain my left ankle. Badly, of course. They put me on Dilaudid, and with all my other meds, about all I could do was sleep until I stopped taking it. The ER docs said there was a piece of bone floating around my ankle, so it was a fracture; the P.A. at the orthopedics clinic said (without looking at it) it was a very bad fracture. Wish they'd make up their minds! Before that, I managed to fall and mess up my rotator cuff. So I'm now in physical therapy for two things at once. Found a "wheelie" walker for $8 at Goodwill; helps me to not fall down. Friday I applied for SSI and was promptly told I wasn't eligible. Richard's 1/2 paycheck is about $50 over their limit. So I was turned down immediately after waiting since filing in January to hear from them. My landlord has turned out to be an ass, which is just what I need. He has ordered the mowers not to mow my half of the yard at *all*. Not just the garden, but everything. I am so sick of people like this I could scream. My gas will probably get shut off soon; my vet's slightly irritated at my bill; I'm on a 30-day medical for the electric; I'm two months behind on my rent, and I am ready to throw myself in front of a bus. No, wait a minute -- that's Richard's line whenever I talk to him. Every conversation lately ends with "I'm gonna throw myself in front of a bus and you can get the insurance money which is all you really want anyway." His own mother told me not to call him if he's going to be that way. So I won't. I have an excuse for my bad memory now: I got diagnosed today with fibromyalgia. Always knew I had it; just never had the doctor finally say so. So I'm hopping around on one foot, trying not to overuse one shoulder, hurting from head to toe, and trying to feed 11 cats. Yes, I said 11. She is NOT NOT NOT staying. She is lost, and I am going to find her home or get her to a shelter. She's a calico, with the attitude to match. Gorgeous green eyes and a very weird meow. She's stuck in R's old room for now, which is hot, but I can't afford to get her checked out at the vet. Most days, I do feel suicidal. But the cats need me, so I keep trying to hack away at whatever help I can get, whatever I can do, to get things moving. I felt so bad I gave myself a birthday party on the 12th. Seven people came. It was a cookout. It rained the entire time. My MiL and a friend of her son's were helping me with groceries last week. Two of the cats (ShadowCat and Internet) managed to bolt out the door. I, in my condition, managed somehow to jump off the porch and grab enough of each of them to get them back inside. Sorry guys for crying on your shoulders. I wish I could say things are turning around and going great, but that hasn't happened -- yet. I keep hoping. That's the news from here, or at least some of it (I don't have the patience to read long posts anymore, either -- lol). Hope you are all well, and I will try to check in more often between my disasters. Love, Ginger-lyn e-mail: glsummer AT moonsummmer DOT com |
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Purrs lovingly going out to you Ginger-lyn for all the horrible crap you're
going through, be well, try and laugh at ONE thing each day and everything will work out. Bless your sweet heart. I feel so bad for what you're going through (((((((Ginger-lyn))))) Kyla "Ginger-lyn" I'm sorry I'm still being as indecisive as a cat, but there it is. Thank you (and I'd give you a kiss if you were here) {{{{{{{{{{{{Adrian}}}}}}}}}}}} for remembering my birthday, and thank you to all who responded. I send purrs and prayers and share laughter and smiles where they are appropriate. My depression has deepened to a point where it is hard to function. And I am *on* antidepressants. My old doctor graduated, so I guess I should see what the new one says. I managed the last week of June to somehow break and/or sprain my left ankle. Badly, of course. They put me on Dilaudid, and with all my other meds, about all I could do was sleep until I stopped taking it. The ER docs said there was a piece of bone floating around my ankle, so it was a fracture; the P.A. at the orthopedics clinic said (without looking at it) it was a very bad fracture. Wish they'd make up their minds! Before that, I managed to fall and mess up my rotator cuff. So I'm now in physical therapy for two things at once. Found a "wheelie" walker for $8 at Goodwill; helps me to not fall down. Friday I applied for SSI and was promptly told I wasn't eligible. Richard's 1/2 paycheck is about $50 over their limit. So I was turned down immediately after waiting since filing in January to hear from them. My landlord has turned out to be an ass, which is just what I need. He has ordered the mowers not to mow my half of the yard at *all*. Not just the garden, but everything. I am so sick of people like this I could scream. My gas will probably get shut off soon; my vet's slightly irritated at my bill; I'm on a 30-day medical for the electric; I'm two months behind on my rent, and I am ready to throw myself in front of a bus. No, wait a minute -- that's Richard's line whenever I talk to him. Every conversation lately ends with "I'm gonna throw myself in front of a bus and you can get the insurance money which is all you really want anyway." His own mother told me not to call him if he's going to be that way. So I won't. I have an excuse for my bad memory now: I got diagnosed today with fibromyalgia. Always knew I had it; just never had the doctor finally say so. So I'm hopping around on one foot, trying not to overuse one shoulder, hurting from head to toe, and trying to feed 11 cats. Yes, I said 11. She is NOT NOT NOT staying. She is lost, and I am going to find her home or get her to a shelter. She's a calico, with the attitude to match. Gorgeous green eyes and a very weird meow. She's stuck in R's old room for now, which is hot, but I can't afford to get her checked out at the vet. Most days, I do feel suicidal. But the cats need me, so I keep trying to hack away at whatever help I can get, whatever I can do, to get things moving. I felt so bad I gave myself a birthday party on the 12th. Seven people came. It was a cookout. It rained the entire time. My MiL and a friend of her son's were helping me with groceries last week. Two of the cats (ShadowCat and Internet) managed to bolt out the door. I, in my condition, managed somehow to jump off the porch and grab enough of each of them to get them back inside. Sorry guys for crying on your shoulders. I wish I could say things are turning around and going great, but that hasn't happened -- yet. I keep hoping. That's the news from here, or at least some of it (I don't have the patience to read long posts anymore, either -- lol). Hope you are all well, and I will try to check in more often between my disasters. Love, Ginger-lyn e-mail: glsummer AT moonsummmer DOT com |
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I'm sorry I'm still being as indecisive as a cat, but there it is. {{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{Ginger-Lyn}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}} -- Victor M. Martinez Owned and operated by the Fantastic Seven (TM) Send your spam he Email me he |
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ginger happy belated birthday mine is Saturday
You are always in my prayers If depression has got that bad it maybe caused by the antidepressants themselves. Please call your doctor I was on one and I started feeling suicidal "Ginger-lyn" wrote in message news I'm sorry I'm still being as indecisive as a cat, but there it is. Thank you (and I'd give you a kiss if you were here) {{{{{{{{{{{{Adrian}}}}}}}}}}}} for remembering my birthday, and thank you to all who responded. I send purrs and prayers and share laughter and smiles where they are appropriate. My depression has deepened to a point where it is hard to function. And I am *on* antidepressants. My old doctor graduated, so I guess I should see what the new one says. I managed the last week of June to somehow break and/or sprain my left ankle. Badly, of course. They put me on Dilaudid, and with all my other meds, about all I could do was sleep until I stopped taking it. The ER docs said there was a piece of bone floating around my ankle, so it was a fracture; the P.A. at the orthopedics clinic said (without looking at it) it was a very bad fracture. Wish they'd make up their minds! Before that, I managed to fall and mess up my rotator cuff. So I'm now in physical therapy for two things at once. Found a "wheelie" walker for $8 at Goodwill; helps me to not fall down. Friday I applied for SSI and was promptly told I wasn't eligible. Richard's 1/2 paycheck is about $50 over their limit. So I was turned down immediately after waiting since filing in January to hear from them. My landlord has turned out to be an ass, which is just what I need. He has ordered the mowers not to mow my half of the yard at *all*. Not just the garden, but everything. I am so sick of people like this I could scream. My gas will probably get shut off soon; my vet's slightly irritated at my bill; I'm on a 30-day medical for the electric; I'm two months behind on my rent, and I am ready to throw myself in front of a bus. No, wait a minute -- that's Richard's line whenever I talk to him. Every conversation lately ends with "I'm gonna throw myself in front of a bus and you can get the insurance money which is all you really want anyway." His own mother told me not to call him if he's going to be that way. So I won't. I have an excuse for my bad memory now: I got diagnosed today with fibromyalgia. Always knew I had it; just never had the doctor finally say so. So I'm hopping around on one foot, trying not to overuse one shoulder, hurting from head to toe, and trying to feed 11 cats. Yes, I said 11. She is NOT NOT NOT staying. She is lost, and I am going to find her home or get her to a shelter. She's a calico, with the attitude to match. Gorgeous green eyes and a very weird meow. She's stuck in R's old room for now, which is hot, but I can't afford to get her checked out at the vet. Most days, I do feel suicidal. But the cats need me, so I keep trying to hack away at whatever help I can get, whatever I can do, to get things moving. I felt so bad I gave myself a birthday party on the 12th. Seven people came. It was a cookout. It rained the entire time. My MiL and a friend of her son's were helping me with groceries last week. Two of the cats (ShadowCat and Internet) managed to bolt out the door. I, in my condition, managed somehow to jump off the porch and grab enough of each of them to get them back inside. Sorry guys for crying on your shoulders. I wish I could say things are turning around and going great, but that hasn't happened -- yet. I keep hoping. That's the news from here, or at least some of it (I don't have the patience to read long posts anymore, either -- lol). Hope you are all well, and I will try to check in more often between my disasters. Love, Ginger-lyn e-mail: glsummer AT moonsummmer DOT com |
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((((((((((Ginger-lyn)))))))))))
-- Joy No amount of time can erase the memory of a good cat, and no amount of masking tape can ever totally remove his fur from your couch. - Leo Dworken "Ginger-lyn" wrote in message news I'm sorry I'm still being as indecisive as a cat, but there it is. Thank you (and I'd give you a kiss if you were here) {{{{{{{{{{{{Adrian}}}}}}}}}}}} for remembering my birthday, and thank you to all who responded. I send purrs and prayers and share laughter and smiles where they are appropriate. My depression has deepened to a point where it is hard to function. And I am *on* antidepressants. My old doctor graduated, so I guess I should see what the new one says. I managed the last week of June to somehow break and/or sprain my left ankle. Badly, of course. They put me on Dilaudid, and with all my other meds, about all I could do was sleep until I stopped taking it. The ER docs said there was a piece of bone floating around my ankle, so it was a fracture; the P.A. at the orthopedics clinic said (without looking at it) it was a very bad fracture. Wish they'd make up their minds! Before that, I managed to fall and mess up my rotator cuff. So I'm now in physical therapy for two things at once. Found a "wheelie" walker for $8 at Goodwill; helps me to not fall down. Friday I applied for SSI and was promptly told I wasn't eligible. Richard's 1/2 paycheck is about $50 over their limit. So I was turned down immediately after waiting since filing in January to hear from them. My landlord has turned out to be an ass, which is just what I need. He has ordered the mowers not to mow my half of the yard at *all*. Not just the garden, but everything. I am so sick of people like this I could scream. My gas will probably get shut off soon; my vet's slightly irritated at my bill; I'm on a 30-day medical for the electric; I'm two months behind on my rent, and I am ready to throw myself in front of a bus. No, wait a minute -- that's Richard's line whenever I talk to him. Every conversation lately ends with "I'm gonna throw myself in front of a bus and you can get the insurance money which is all you really want anyway." His own mother told me not to call him if he's going to be that way. So I won't. I have an excuse for my bad memory now: I got diagnosed today with fibromyalgia. Always knew I had it; just never had the doctor finally say so. So I'm hopping around on one foot, trying not to overuse one shoulder, hurting from head to toe, and trying to feed 11 cats. Yes, I said 11. She is NOT NOT NOT staying. She is lost, and I am going to find her home or get her to a shelter. She's a calico, with the attitude to match. Gorgeous green eyes and a very weird meow. She's stuck in R's old room for now, which is hot, but I can't afford to get her checked out at the vet. Most days, I do feel suicidal. But the cats need me, so I keep trying to hack away at whatever help I can get, whatever I can do, to get things moving. I felt so bad I gave myself a birthday party on the 12th. Seven people came. It was a cookout. It rained the entire time. My MiL and a friend of her son's were helping me with groceries last week. Two of the cats (ShadowCat and Internet) managed to bolt out the door. I, in my condition, managed somehow to jump off the porch and grab enough of each of them to get them back inside. Sorry guys for crying on your shoulders. I wish I could say things are turning around and going great, but that hasn't happened -- yet. I keep hoping. That's the news from here, or at least some of it (I don't have the patience to read long posts anymore, either -- lol). Hope you are all well, and I will try to check in more often between my disasters. Love, Ginger-lyn e-mail: glsummer AT moonsummmer DOT com |
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Hugs and purrs to you Ginger-Lynn- you're living proof that bad things happen
to the nicest people! I hope something gets sorted in your favour soon Lesley Slave of the Fabulous Furballs -- Message posted via http://www.catkb.com |
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Ginger-lyn wrote:
That's the news from here, or at least some of it (I don't have the patience to read long posts anymore, either -- lol). Hope you are all well, and I will try to check in more often between my disasters. Love, Ginger-lyn e-mail: glsummer AT moonsummmer DOT com I'm very sorry to hear of your continuing troubles. Purrs for things to turn around. BTW, I'd appeal the decision for SSDI if I were you, ASAP. My lazy nephew qualified nearly 3 years after an accident that occurred in a totally different state. I've seen him, there's not a thing to prevent him from working but his own lazy ass. So fight it, GL! Jill |
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On Jul 30, 6:41�am, "jmcquown" wrote:
Ginger-lyn wrote: That's the news from here, or at least some of it (I don't have the patience to read long posts anymore, either -- lol). �Hope you are all well, and I will try to check in more often between my disasters. Love, Ginger-lyn e-mail: �glsummer AT moonsummmer DOT com I'm very sorry to hear of your continuing troubles. �Purrs for things to turn around. BTW, I'd appeal the decision for SSDI if I were you, ASAP. �My lazy nephew qualified nearly 3 years after an accident that occurred in a totally different state. �I've seen him, there's not a thing to prevent him from working but his own lazy ass. �So fight it, GL! Jill Jills correct a lot of denials are overturned on appeal They expect you to give up. I've also known people who kept appealing denials until they were approved. Suz&Spicey |
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From what I hear it's pretty much SOP to deny the first claim.
-- http://www.serenityscenes.com/ Message posted via http://www.catkb.com |
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alisont via CatKB.com u11078@uwe wrote:
From what I hear it's pretty much SOP to deny the first claim. Agreed, and the reasons they give are specious. $50 a month isn't enough these days to tide anyone over who has major health issues to contend with. Jill |
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