So after three years of fighting for my social security benefits, I was finally approved to be on SSI. That automatically allows me to have insurance, too. Now I can go to the doctor and start another fight for my health. I’m ready. I don’t care what you may think upon reading this, nor do I care of what the average tax payer thinks, because I used to pay taxes - believe it or not. I worked my fingers to the Bone for nothing and went home happy. After three years I can finally be happy because I can start becoming healthier. Carrying around an oxygen tank everywhere I go, being stared at and being judged and even mocked and scoffed at was all worth it. So to anyone who has a problem with any of this can kiss the fattest part of my pastey white ass.
I was granted "disabled" status ... in This One's Perspective.
Revised: 10/20/2017 4:35 p.m.
- Oct. 20, 2017, 5 a.m.
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Last updated October 20, 2017
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