...I'm going to return to my original point, which is that I am REALLY crippled . I move ultra-slowly, and, furthermore, my getting up from a floor/the ground position, just as it says in my sig, is REALLY a " Lon Chaney, Sr. as a pathetic cripple with a cart ' matter. My back tends to be bad, and, when I had my rather stuffed backpack stolen while I was asleep recently, the pain-blunting edibles were among what was stolen. Furthermore, now, the NYS lawyer is refusing to send me money at all...the hospital social worker I'd worked with told him a, at the very least, exaggerated story that I was going to another town post-Patterson (San Jose) and got him to cut off money to me - It has been well past a month - strolling toward a month and a half, at least - since I received money from him, the Patterson thing greatly depleted my cash, but, as of now, he has been saying " find another social worker " (the previous one seems to have said " you needn't contact me " after I called her on the false San Jose story) before sending me more of what, in fact, is MY money...I can't just pull a social worker out of a hat!
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Renal kidney failure, congestive heart failure, COPD. Can't really get up from a floor position unhelped anymore:-(.
One of the walking wounded ~ SMASHED DOWN by life and age, now prevented from even expressing myself! SOB.
" Oh, no! First you have to PROVE you deserve to go away to college! " ~ My mother, 1978 (the heyday of Andy Gibb and Player). I would still like to go.
My life destroyed by Thorazine and Mellaril - and rape - and the Psychiatric/Industrial Complex. SOB:-(! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !!