So the two massages I've been given thus far? Have completely changed things. My limp has improved, my constant agony has lessened, and I don't feel anywhere near as much pain in my back or legs. God, it's amazing. And I'm hoping that continuing to receive them on a weekly basis will only make things better.
I'm going to try to start walking now that each step doesn't hurt me from feet to shoulders. And maybe work on doing some stretches so my muscles loosen up even more.
Still not able to afford the pain management doctor. It sucks because no other doctors here will give me pain medication. I haven't had more than a few pills since November. Oh, Vicodin, I miss you. Drugs aside, I really want to find out about nerve blockers and epidurals at the pain clinic. Ah well, one day!
I'm seeing a psychiatrist at the Department of Mental Health on Wednesday. I'm going to apply for prescription programs that would give me three to 12 months of free medication if I qualify. Three of my drug companies offer them so, fingers crossed.
I'm so tired of $0.98 frozen meals and Ramen. I'm craving fresh vegetables and fruit so badly. And shrimp. I put in my application in for food stamps and have an interview tomorrow. I don't know that I'll qualify but, damn, I hope I do.
So, as most of us American folks do, I was depending on my tax return to get ahead on bills and get shit in order. I figured I was golden since, in 2010, I had several thousands of dollars in medical deductions as well as $10,000+ in in-kind charitable deductions. I talked to my accountant only to find out that, since disability isn't taxed and, therefore, I put nothing in...I'm getting nothing back. Which makes sense but it just didn't click with me until she explained it. That's really fucked me up financially. On the plus side, I don't even have to file! Silver lining, I suppose.
I tell myself that my life didn't implode overnight and it won't be fixed overnight either. And that's okay. I don't always believe it though.
Nothing much happening lately. But!!! I see Doug Fucking Stanhope on the 19th!! Holy god, I'm so excited! I have to make sure I have money for gas since it's a couple of hours away. So so so excited.
The sex workshop is going so damn well. I'm really loving it and getting a lot out of it. I'm going to do some writing on sex and kink and hook ups and whatnot that I'll post here. It's on the never-ending To Do list.
The Dirrrrty South
God. I'm happy here. Like, really happy. And I didn't expect that. When I moved here I figured, well, it's cheap...I'll put up with whatever and make the best of it. But, crazily enough, I'm fucking happy. When I talk to friends back home, they tell me I sound happier than I have in years. And I feel happier than I have in years. There's no question in my mind – moving cross-country was the best decision I've ever made. No one could be more shocked about that than I am! Who knew that Alabama, of all places, would save me?