Writing late in the afternoon. Didn’t sleep well last night for a variety of reasons. The title is kind of a concentration of some of the suppositions about me.
No, you’re not correct about me, but I’m exhausted trying to disabuse you of your assumptions. It’s exhausting.
I did finally get the problem with the disability payments straightened out Friday. Though I won’t get cost of living adjustments on the private supplement, I will get them on the Social Security Disability benefit.
The SSDI payment, comes from a different fund than the soon-to-be-cut regular Social Security Income fund. The Boomers’ mismanagement of the retirement fund isn’t going to negatively-affect my benefits. For now.
Hmmm.
Initial line of self-degradation deleted; maybe the psychological therapy treatments are working.
The study is going well. I have no idea if I’m getting a medication or placebo. The discomfort I was experiencing the first few weeks seems to have disappeared; not sure I can really attribute it to the drug (or placebo), as it kicked off before I started taking the pills.
The physical therapist is very pleased with my progress. I am moving better.
So, prompt….
When have I listened to my gut and it was right?
What helped me trust it in that moment?
I really don’t know. I made so many bad decisions since my layoff in 2013. Not trusting my gut on the salary on the first gig following was really a mistake. Could I have waited for something better? Maybe. But I didn’t.
The ensuing hard times led us to where we are now.
*resigned shrugs*
Could I have stopped working sooner than I did? Sure. But I thought I could help, and I wanted to see the changes.
But my body didn’t let me do that.
So, what’s left?