December 2006 applied for disabillity. March 2007 I was accepted because of my health issues. You don't get disability unless there is actually severe health issues going on.
My son Chris who was giving me the most lovely Christmas, turned to me and said to me today, I am faking all my health issues.
In pain I lifted my granddauther. In pain I slept on a cot each night, without any pain meds. I finished my antibiotic for UTI, 1 of 2 I can take because of allergies. (Macrobid)
Figuring my liver enzymes were going to be sky high anyway, and having taken the last of Macrobid the day before, I had a Christmas drink (Bailey's Irish Cream). Which I know I am not to have, but I was feeling so down, because of my other son (Jason) I figured what the heck. Because of that my son(Chris) says there is nothing wrong with me. That I should get off my A$$ and get a job.
I am sitting here in tears. I can't believe what my life has become over the past two years. It has spiraled to h$ll.
I wish I was no longer here, I wish I was dead. I have been disowned by my sons, have no family. Last year my sister said if she had my health issues, she would kill herself.
Why am I here??? Why do I have to take this ongoing abuse??? I don't understand.
If it wasn't for my KickAS family, I have no one.
Gerri
