Later is fine.

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The plan was to attack hard, fast, on multiple fronts, and begin early.  Time ticked by slowly. I watched it pass, seemingly unable to rally.  Then it happened.  A wave of revulsion at my situation.  Horror at the catatonic immobility, anger at myself, the situations, the denied needs and wants... a rush of chemicals flooded my system... the rust was slightly broken.  Calls, many.  Laundry started.  A shower soon.  And a shave.  I hope.  Cleaned the toilet while I was at things.

I am waiting on two return calls.  My bank, which I called Monday, and SSA which was called today.  My guess is that neither of those will call back.  I will have to continuously call each.  I may even be ignored completely without political help, say a congressman.  Governor isn't the type or in that line.  May just be out of ss.  Things seem to have been decided, visits, paperwork, and the law means nothing to a muh feelz bureaucracy.  Still, I'll give it what efforts I may.

Oh, and Walgreens, again, filled the dr.'s scripts without my consent... in spite of just having filled them and telling them NOT TO DO THAT.  Oh, no refills beyond either, plus potassium still at 30 days.  Why wouldn't I feel under a coordinated attack?

I'll keep at it, as I can.  Some things were semi or fully completed.  A bunch of things were started.  I sure hope for a shower.  Good night...  Not bedtime, I won't be back today is all.

UPDATE:  SSD did call back.  SSI is gone. There are two slim chances at getting it back without reapplying.  One is a ream or two of paperwork, the other is to go to the office with proof of veteran disability.  I never can find the yearly award letter.  Perhaps bank statements will do.  It seems 100% total, permanent, means something to someone.  I will, when I can, try both.  Yeah...  It's going to be lean here for a while.  Fasting was written in on the menu.  The schedule is simply accelerated and enhanced.

Yeah... as in a lame depressed yes, not a cheer or snark.  Ah well.