I failed classes in both the fall and spring semesters at
Thomas More College in northern Kentucky. I was having too many migraines and
just was not able to focus. So I decided to take the fall 2012 semester off. My
plan was to work at the museum and work on getting better.
September 23rd was my last day working at the Speed
Art Museum. They closed for three years to renovate. During my last month working at the Museum, I
looked for jobs in between all the migraines. I didn’t find anything but then
again, I didn’t expect to. Who is going to hire someone who can’t get out of
bed two to three days a week?
I applied for unemployment and went home to wait. By that point
I was really starting to like the time I had and the idea of being a full time
writer, though I knew I needed more discipline. My days were spent enjoying
breakfast with my dad while we watched Anderson Cooper Live, taking my dad were
he wanted to go that morning, and having the afternoons free to work on my to-do
list or whatever else I wanted to do. I loved it and I still do.
My health got worse when I developed serve acid reflex and
chest pain as a side effect of a medicine I was and still am on. My system will
not accept even on day without this medicine.
I realized that there was no way I could ever find a job to support
myself with my health like it is. So I
applied for SSI and Section 8.
Two days before I was to get my first unemployment check, I received
a phone call from a very rude man, telling me that I would not be getting even
the $30 per week I was expecting. The reason? I was not applying for full time
work.
Now I am beginning into a new life as a full time writer who
suffers from migraines. My parents know I want to write but I have not
completely spelled out my desire to not work a part time job while I write. Somehow
I am managing to live fairly well on only a $19 a month income from where my
truck was stolen in June of 2011.
the question is would u give up?? give up of living? of living into beautiful stuff in life?
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