Once Again, a Need to Complain

     I really hate complaining about things. I know it may not seem that way if you read my blog posts but I do. I always feel like people won't like me if I complain too much, or that someone will scoff at my complain and proceed to tell me how they have it so much worse and I should be grateful. So I end up holding it all in, all my issues, all my complaints, until I just sort of explode.

     And then there are the times when I complain about something, like the issue we just had with Disability and how hard it was with our son's teeth, getting the money we needed, and the Universe steps is and says 'what are you bitching about? Don't like what you're given? Then we'll take it away.'

     I'm listed as my husband's caregiver for his Disability payments, which means that I'm not supposed to fill out paperwork every month as far as work searches and things like that. Well, we received a letter from Community services yesterday that our account is on hold because I didn't fill out their papers. And, of course, our worker is on holiday, isn't she? And no one can fix anything until I talk to her.

     So, as of right now, we have absolutely no money coming in. None. All because I complained. Stupid Universe.

Incommunicado

     I don't know how much any of you know about living on Ontario's Disability Support Program but let me tell you, it blows. My husband had what most would consider a short fall down a flight of six steps on a back deck. Nothing big, right? Except that he goes and wrenches out his shoulder causing severe nerve damage and slams his head hard enough that he now has chronic migraines, and has for the last five years. The first two years we went from doctor to doctor trying to fix what was wrong, the next three we added going to lawyers and court to that mess.

     Two failed attempts to get on Disability and he was finally approved, although now we have to fight to get funding for a care taker to sit with him during the day when he gets dizzy spells. In the meantime I can't work, as he needs someone to be with him at all times. Our only income into the house is his Disability cheque which, let me tell you, does not go nearly far enough.

     Anyway, I was going somewhere with this, I swear. After our son's dental issues money was tighter than usual this month. We tried the local Salvation Army Foodbank and they were wonderful but it still just wasn't enough. There were absolutely no sales from my Etsy shop this month and so few good online surveys. There was just nothing. So I ended up taking my poor old laptop into the pawn shop...

     It's not something I would normally advise, mostly because it costs you just a little more than what you borrowed to get your things back, but I just didn't have a choice. But it meant no updates, no checking my shop, no chatting with Tumblr followers or getting any writing done. My fingers are crossed that I won't ever have to do this again.

     On lighter news...

This is Tink, one of our cats. She got out this morning and felt that sitting on top of a horse trailer was the absolute best use of her time.