memories that no one pays for.. was I given a medicine that caused this problem.. most likely.. will I ever get my life back? never..
I am often asked what happened to me. I have told many a fictional tale due to happen stance and life. When I first encountered flesh-eating bacteria, I said I was a zombie for 17 days prior to them operating to remove the piece of dead flesh. When that did not seem to do the trick, I said I was snowmobiling when a grizzly bear came out and snagged me off it and put me into a snow drift.
Then my second go around with flesh-eating bacteria, I said that a shark got me in the Great Salt Lake. A drug lord had dropped off his over grown shark into the Salt Lake, and well I was swimming and that the shark came up and took my foot.
Being disabled due to flesh-eating bacteria I tried to go back to work. Only to have the bacteria attack me again to lose my foot. Next I attempted to start once more and stress dealing with no money no health insurance and no way to cop caused my sugars to be so high I lost my hearing and eyesight for a time.
As a result, I tried to ask for help. I was sort of denied. I wrote the website that is supposed to give help at the federal level. They never replied. I wrote my senators and congressman. To no reply. I finally gave up and moved in with my mother in law due to my family wanting me dead because instead of helping me. They just kept up the pressure. Why do you not get a job?
Sadness, after nine months the government agreed a one eye, hearing impaired, one footed person might be disabled. Great I thought I would be able to get insurance after spending my 401 k on health insurance. That was a bust. Instead of helping or trying mto assist they wanted 800 a month without paying for any of the drugs they said I had to be on and guess what that is without visiting a single doctor.
This said I had a decision to feed my family or go to the doctor. I was lucky. My mother in law allowed me and my family to move in paying rent of course and lived away from the Obama tax law requiring because I made 32 dollars more than allowed to pay 800 a month for health insurance. Sadness. Evilness. That is how I see being disabled. No one is helping. No one cares. The website directed to me to go to is useless. as well as now. At this moment in time, all the grants for artists, or people trying went to the people with sexually disability. Which is interesting because I guess I qualify for that too? Humor how life is sad and only gets sadder in remembering a life worth living.
Being a disabled the industrial age is awkward
eternity I failed yet again.
I failed.
Not a failure just the industrial age should be able to help a person recover.
Going to help the weak become strong again.
A failure calling upon federal link which provides all services for help
Disabled I am.
I got no where with seventeen phone calls, several dozens of emails, several forms.
Did I try to live again to do again to be again?
Uniquely I tried yet again
silly disabled person in an industrial city of Salt Lake City.
Time was not on your side.
Reality changed your mind could not coop with the change
I failed yet again.
America the land of hope for illegal aliens, in yet one disabled person trying fails no matter.
Live without food, or pay for health insurance or find a place to live with a family?
Age of prosperity for the rich and for the poor?
Get out of there before they slather you with funeral oil and bury you and family
eternity I watch people are queer, believe in baby killing, and socialism will cure the industrial age.
I am awkward not sure what to do humiliated yet again
Such is life
awkward to see the end of the industrial age city states dying from San Francisco to New York
waking to the end of time some would say
kind of sick revenge that I am seeing
when homeless are treated with less fortunes than an illegal alien
awkward to say cities of the US of A where is your hope
reality is sad watching you kill hope
dream of an industrial age city where the hopeless once had hope.