matilda36

and whiny.

It's cold and dark outside.

Work was ok, I even got a free kebab (Dear kebab man, fries, mayo and ketchup are not part of the original kebab recipe) but:

a) I left my wallet at work the other day and I am scared they have seen the medical information sheet I keep in it. Atwork they do not know about my problems and I want to keep it that way
b) they keep playing around with my hours.

I got out and it had started to drizzle. I went and got some soup and hot chocolate mix to support me for days to come.

Then I got Christmas cards, and went to the Post Office (Dear Postal worker, if I tell you I have to send a bottle abroad, why it takes you three tries to give me the right kind of package ?)

Then I got to the pharmacy and I got pissed off. Like everybody with a chronic illness I struggle with red tape and prejudice.

Dear pharmacy. I have collected the same prescription for a year now and you made me pay for it because "I didn't have the paperwork". I got the paperwork and now you tell me that I have to pay for it because it's not the Generic. Why didn't you get me the generic in the first place ?

Dear bureaucrat. Why you tell people with chronic illnesses that they do not have to pay for their medications, make them fill humiliating paperwork (the kind that makes the harsh reality of being ill for the rest of your life an heavy stone in your stomach) and then make them discover that the only right they get is to order more medication, and still have to pay for it.

Those things make me procrastinate my application for disability even more. It's not enough that I have to admit to all and sundry that I have an health problem. You want to humiliate me in the process.

Now I am off to some hot chocolate and Jeremy Clarkson
Yes. It's that bad.