From your Valentine

Feb 14, 2013 22:54

How did I celebrate Valentine's Day, which reminds me of my single status? Got drunk off my ass. Better happily single than unhappily married. I don't mind being single; my life is my own.

Apartment staff have really been clamping down lately. First, they required us to carry a card with out diagnosis, medications and pyschiatrist's name. Now they're implementing weekly random drug testing. I feel like a prisoner.

Let me say right now that I don't do drugs. A urine test on me would simply prove that my kidneys are working. That said, I feel like I shouldn't have to pee in a cup to prove I'm clean. There's this little thing called "probable cause" that keeps bothering me...

If it's a supervised test, I'm going to raise ten types of hell. Maybe even call the ACLU.

But back to the cards. One guy called them "the mark of the beast". I don't like the rule. I'm still slightly self-conscious about my diagnosis, so I don't like a requirement marking me as a psych patient I understand why staff are requiring this rule, I just don't like it. I feel marked, that's the best word for it. It's one thing for me to divulge my health information; it's quite another to force me to carry it around with me.

Even people with life-threatening illnesses aren't required to carry around emergency cards. Why should we be treated any different?

I'd move if I could afford the rent anywhere else. But I kind of burned my bridges with Section 8, and I don't know what else is open. Just as well, since my check is handled by a payee.
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