I recently received notice that my claim for short term disability was denied. The following is my appeal. I will give a much detail as I possibly can about the history of my illness.

I’ve had bouts of major depression since 1988 when I was nine years old. It was initially triggered when I was diagnosed with Rheumatic Heart Disease. There was months at a time when I couldn’t walk or get out of bed. I would have to crawl or use crutches. I quickly began gaining weight. I was very melancholic and irritable. I constantly thought about dying and I attempted suicide several times. Classmates and teachers alike thought I was morbid because of the poems and stories I wrote and because I always wore black.

Ok, it’s almost 8:30 am and I haven’t been to bed yet. I’ve been working on my site for the last like 8 hours. It’s really coming together the way I want it too YAY!

I’m feeling a lot better mentally and emotionally, but physically I’m still pretty sore. I’m so freakin hungry for some real food… I swear I’d give my left boob for a slice of pizza!

Yeah… I’m kinda dumb. I locked my keys in my car last night with the car running. Thank goodness for AAA.

Gas prices are pissing me off… it’s over $3 a gallon here. It cost me $46 to fill up my tank. If this keeps up I’m getting a moped… yeah that’d be funny some funny shit to see. Fuckin Bush!

So, I’ve rambled enough for now, I’m getting some damn sleep.

Well, I’m still sore as hell and I feel like I have the flu. Other than that I’m peachy though. Pawpa brought me some of granny’s homemade potato soup. MMM MMM good, I ate about half a cup before the pain got to be too much. Want some graphic details? There are these huge white mucus-ie scabs where my tonsils used to be. My uvula is still swollen and so is my tongue. I put the nipple rings back in but left the tongue and clit ring out.

Ok, so the healing process sucks ass! I wish I could just sleep until it’s over. it takes so much energy to even swallow, much less do anything else. We picked up the explorer from the body shop today and did a little grocery shopping, I was exhausted by the time we got back and slept for 6 hours. I’m so damned hungry. If i never have pudding, ice cream, or popsicles again it will be too damned soon! When I talk I sound like a chipmunk. well i guess that’s enough whining for tonight. I’m going back to bed.

Ok, so the dr didn’t kill me! YAY! lol

He prepared me for the worst pain-wise. It’s not too bad, except when I swallow. I’m already tired of popcicles and ice cream. He gave me a huge bottle of liquid lortab elixir and some super strong numbing spray for the pain. The elixir knocks me out for about 4 hrs so i’m trying to only take it when the pain is really bad.

I talked my boss yesterday morning before surgery and the asshole is trying to make me come back to work Monday, which would be okay except I’m a retention specialist for Cingular (meaning I talk on the phone ALL day). I can hardly talk right now. After surgery the dr said I cannot go back to work for at least 2 weeks so Bartt can kiss my ass. HAHA!

I wouldn’t mind going back to work early if they would let me due correspondence or something like that until I can talk without pain again.

Well, I’m tired again so I’m gonna get some sleep.