After my wife made me leave home, the first few days went well enough. Almost got a job once, but then, the pain started up, and just kept up. One gal at the Kansasworks place saw how bad it got, and just told me straight up that I should go back to my home town and keep working with the group that's trying to help me.

From the NSAIDs that I took in 21, plus my 51 years, I'm not a safe driver any more. Also, I have a fear of women. When I talk to those gals who are trying to help me, I get so freaked out. Sitting, standing, walking, it doesn't fucking matter. It all hurts so much. So much that I can't think, nor concentrate. How the hell am I going to learn a new kind of job if I can't think? I drop things. I forget things. I can't concentrate...Shit!

And to make matters worse, the fucking MRI, that I've been trying to get for so many years, that my ex just would not let me save money for, showed fucking nothing,. AAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaargh!

Eh, my NSAID stomach issues let me drink a little drink, so I'm kind of tipsy right now. Living in my little niece's house...Fuck me! So sore...So tired...Fucking hell.

Eh, I got a meeting coming up with voc rehab at the social security place on Friday, so fingers crossed...I can find a way to live like this...Because if I can't cook, and I can't clean...I am going to go absolutely batshit insane.

End really really really piss poor rant, heh. This would be so fucking long if I were to get any more detailed...O_o.