fuck you michgan
I don't have a family I can live with while I wait to file a claim for disability.
I have to work or I won't have a place to live and food to eat.
I am in so much pain right now from standing on my feet all night trying to stock store shelves that I want to cry.
Because I work, I cannot be considered disabled, no matter how much pain I'm in.
The advice to stop working is fucking stupid, because if I don't work, I don't eat and I don't have money to pay bills or pay rent or pay my heating bill (ask someone from Michigan how necessary it is to have heat here in the cold months).
I'm fucking stuck and everyone keeps telling me I'm not fucking stuck because they have some magical information I don't have that allows me to somehow get medical care and get x-rays and tests to confirm that I have arthritis and get medicine to help me walk with less excruciating pain and somehow in happy land, where all this is taking place, I have a job where I don't have to walk in fear every second because a mentally unstable coworker is going to attack me, or in happy land, jobs grow on trees and I can just go outside and pick one any time I want a new job (ask someone else from Michigan how easy it is to find jobs here...ask someone else, because you don't believe ME when I say it, and maybe someone else can get it through your thick head).
Then, when I'm sitting on my bed weeping because my head hurts too fucking bad to move, and my feet are writhing with stabbing pains, and I'm exhausted and terrified and wishing I were fucking dead, stand there on your ivory tower and tell me why all this is my fault because if you were in this situation, you'd know exactly what to do and life would be perfect for you and this is all my fault somehow.
Then go fuck yourself sideways with a chainsaw, because if you really think all that, a bloody and painful death is what you deserve.
I have to work or I won't have a place to live and food to eat.
I am in so much pain right now from standing on my feet all night trying to stock store shelves that I want to cry.
Because I work, I cannot be considered disabled, no matter how much pain I'm in.
The advice to stop working is fucking stupid, because if I don't work, I don't eat and I don't have money to pay bills or pay rent or pay my heating bill (ask someone from Michigan how necessary it is to have heat here in the cold months).
I'm fucking stuck and everyone keeps telling me I'm not fucking stuck because they have some magical information I don't have that allows me to somehow get medical care and get x-rays and tests to confirm that I have arthritis and get medicine to help me walk with less excruciating pain and somehow in happy land, where all this is taking place, I have a job where I don't have to walk in fear every second because a mentally unstable coworker is going to attack me, or in happy land, jobs grow on trees and I can just go outside and pick one any time I want a new job (ask someone else from Michigan how easy it is to find jobs here...ask someone else, because you don't believe ME when I say it, and maybe someone else can get it through your thick head).
Then, when I'm sitting on my bed weeping because my head hurts too fucking bad to move, and my feet are writhing with stabbing pains, and I'm exhausted and terrified and wishing I were fucking dead, stand there on your ivory tower and tell me why all this is my fault because if you were in this situation, you'd know exactly what to do and life would be perfect for you and this is all my fault somehow.
Then go fuck yourself sideways with a chainsaw, because if you really think all that, a bloody and painful death is what you deserve.