Just one of those days.
Yesterday, I got a phone call from Social Security that I hadn't filled out a whole section of the appeal I filed a nd I had to hop online and do that RIGHT AWAY. Good thing we have Internet, because that person might have had a stroke or just her head explode. She "just can't do anything with this" unless this other part was done. I didn't see whatever that part was (Disability Report) when I filled out the form. I don't think it was there; I think it's part of their delay and intimidation tactics.
Okay, that might be a bit too much.
I wish these damn lawyers would help. I don't know what I'm doing with this stuff, and I know I don't know what I'm doing, but I'm not disabled enough for the lawyers.
Or Social Security, for that matter.
Storms today and that awful noise in my head that I call subsonic music. Never had that until you were gone. It's like a bass, only the tomes arr more baritone and tenor, but the teeth-screeching effect is like that of overloud, over-amped bass being played. It can hurt so bad.
Went to the Dr yesterday and she gave me anti-dizzy medicine for the noise. Because it must be making me dizzy, at least sometimes. It's possibly labyrinthitis from the cold I had last week, a lone virus hiding out in there. Same damn medicine they gave me for the dizziness when I actually was dizzy, but it was migraine complex, not labyrinthitis.
Then as now
Let me tell you, that noise just got worse and worse with that medicine. Or maybe it was with the storms passing through. I don't know.
I was going to give it 48 hours, but I would be nuts by then. Stark raving mad.The noise eased off and even stopped some when I skipped the next dose.
And my nose started running and I have a choky cough now.
So I dunno.
I just don't know.
Wish you were here to advise and bully me into finding -- somehow! -- an ear Doctor. Because I really do need one. You could shout at me, and I could shout at you, and then we, together, could figure out what to do.
It would have been nice to have you here to take me to the ER when I was all but screaming to get the music to stop.
I miss you.
I need you.
I Love you.
Hard luck for me, I guess.
Yesterday, I got a phone call from Social Security that I hadn't filled out a whole section of the appeal I filed a nd I had to hop online and do that RIGHT AWAY. Good thing we have Internet, because that person might have had a stroke or just her head explode. She "just can't do anything with this" unless this other part was done. I didn't see whatever that part was (Disability Report) when I filled out the form. I don't think it was there; I think it's part of their delay and intimidation tactics.
Okay, that might be a bit too much.
I wish these damn lawyers would help. I don't know what I'm doing with this stuff, and I know I don't know what I'm doing, but I'm not disabled enough for the lawyers.
Or Social Security, for that matter.
Storms today and that awful noise in my head that I call subsonic music. Never had that until you were gone. It's like a bass, only the tomes arr more baritone and tenor, but the teeth-screeching effect is like that of overloud, over-amped bass being played. It can hurt so bad.
Went to the Dr yesterday and she gave me anti-dizzy medicine for the noise. Because it must be making me dizzy, at least sometimes. It's possibly labyrinthitis from the cold I had last week, a lone virus hiding out in there. Same damn medicine they gave me for the dizziness when I actually was dizzy, but it was migraine complex, not labyrinthitis.
Then as now
Let me tell you, that noise just got worse and worse with that medicine. Or maybe it was with the storms passing through. I don't know.
I was going to give it 48 hours, but I would be nuts by then. Stark raving mad.The noise eased off and even stopped some when I skipped the next dose.
And my nose started running and I have a choky cough now.
So I dunno.
I just don't know.
Wish you were here to advise and bully me into finding -- somehow! -- an ear Doctor. Because I really do need one. You could shout at me, and I could shout at you, and then we, together, could figure out what to do.
It would have been nice to have you here to take me to the ER when I was all but screaming to get the music to stop.
I miss you.
I need you.
I Love you.
Hard luck for me, I guess.
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