can't anything *GOOD* get passed down to me?

so genetics may have fucked me AGAIN. i seen in the mirror the other day (i think), on the right side of my eye it's a little spot which is black and blue. i never got hit in the eye. i don't remember what (if anything) my grandma's cataracts looked like but i'm also seeing blotches of a different color in my perifferal vision every now and then. i also get to figure out if it fucked me again this monday after my mammogram. i don't feel any bumps on my boobs but knowing my shitty luck- i have something wrong. who knows though? i take more after my dad physically (skin color, hair color, and physical shape) so i may have nothing to worry about. i had the nurse look at my eye and all she said was, "i don't know- you should show a doctor." i forgot to bring it up to my doctor last week, i feel like maybe i should be having my yearly eye exam- unless i've already had it? can't i get anything GOOD and actually USEFUL when it comes to genetics? doesn't seem like it.
i also looked at my housing account for my massachusetts housing and i'm actually on the 2nd to last FINAL stage in housing. amy (NOT fat, nosey amy) can't come up with any excuses that say it was too fast notice or anything because we already had a meeting about housing in another state and so at least she's aware of my plans. hopefully it goes fast like the last time i got a housing offer from this housing company. God always brings me to better places to live- so i'll just have to keep my faith up. it's not fair because i get the idea that people around here think i'm crazy and i have too much confidence in unrealistic goals just because they're DIFFERENT and INCONVENIENT for them. this is MY life- NOT YOURS. you can't even answer the phone when the emergency room calls you. SOUND FAMILIAR AMANDA? you and dustin can laugh ALL you fuckin want at me. it's not gonna bring me any closer to either of you and for sure- NOT on either of your sad ass levels. worry about yourselves, you sad little twats. laughing at me won't degrade me in any way. ALL THIS FAMILY SUPORT! I WONDER WHY I'M MOVING! *rolls eyes* just because it's all sunshine and rainbows for YOU amanda- does NOT mean it's that way for everyone else- especially with the lack of support and care i get from my mom's mom's side of the family when attempting to live MY OWN life and in general.

everything is really pointless.

so i'm sitting here pondering whether and what i should eat for lunch- i'm not really hungry right now (my stomach doesn't hurt and it's not making noises YET). then it came to me- does it really pay for me to eat anything considering NO ONE will let me do ANYTHING anymore? probably not. i'm starting to understand why some people in nursing homes won't eat. my grandma went long periods without eating towards the end of her life. she looked really skinny towards the end of her life (you could see bruises all over her body and her veins- she always used the excuse that she just had vericous veins). my "caring" family is so negligent that they refuse to acknowledge that they're part of the reason i'm like this. anyone who doesn't understand exactly why i wanna move with ALL this caring support which is only interested on how they appear to others- ARE SERIOUSLY SELFISH AND IGNORANT. *GASP* THAT MEANS YOU AMANDA! if you dicks cared about me as fuckin much as you try to make it seem- YOU'D HAVE KNOWLEDGE THAT I ALREADY ATTENDED COURAGE KENNY AND THAT WAS THE REASON WHY MY GRANDMA WENT OUT ON HER OWN AND FOUND TRAM HOLLOWAY SO I'D ACTUALLY START TO SHOW IMPROVEMENT. COURAGE KENNY DIDN'T HELP ME WITH SHIT. THE MORONS CAN'T EVEN HELP ME TO GET MY FUCKIN DRIVER'S LICENSE AFTER THREE DRIVING EVALUATIONS! DO YOU EVER STOP TO CONSIDER THAT MAYBE IT'S NOT MY ABILITY TO DRIVE?! ESPECIALLY AFTER THREE FUCKIN TIMES OF TAKING THAT SHIT. i told the fitness center when i started going there over 10-maybe 15 years ago that one of my goals was to GET MY DRIVER'S LICENSE AGAIN. they're just taking advantage of my LACK OF ADVOCACY. WHAT A GREAT INSTITUTE! MAKES ME WANNA CONTINUE WASTING MY FUCKIN TIME THERE! SO LEMME GET THIS STRAIGHT- THOSE VIDEOS OF ME WALKING AT COURAGE KENNY AREN'T REAL OR IT'S IMAGINARY OR SOME BULLSHIT LIKE THAT?! *GASP* OR I COULD'VE GOT AI TO DO THEM! maybe to a careless, stupid prick. IF YOU WANNA FUCKIN SEE SOMEONE GO TO COURAGE KENNY- YOU GO THERE. jackasses. you're not helping anything but negative thoughts coming to my head about how i'm only good dead. SO FUCK YOU ALL. AMANDA, ESPECIALLY MY DUMB FUCKIN MOM, FAT AMY (MY SISTER). YOU'RE NOT HELPING ANYTHING BUT HELPING ME GET MORE FRUSTRATED AND HAVE NEGATIVE THOUGHTS. YOU ALL ARE THE REASON FOR MY DEPRESSION. THAT'S EXACTLY WHY I NEVER FUCKING WANTED TO LIVE IN THIS STATE. GO LIVE YOUR HAPPY FUCKING LIFE WITH YOUR GREAT HUSBAND AND KIDS, YOU WERE ACTUALLY ABLE TO MARRY WHO YOU WANTED AND HAVE KIDS- I DON'T HAVE THAT BENEFIT. I CAN'T EVEN GET TO A PLACE WHERE I WOULD WANT THAT TO HAPPEN FOR ME BECAUSE OF MY LACK OF SUPPORT AND ADVOCACY THAT *GASP* I DO NEED AND THIS IS AN EXAMPLE OF IT. YOU SERVE ABSOLUTELY NO PURPOSE IN MY LIFE. FUCK YOU ALL. i don't understand why the fuck my mom ACTSlike she "cares" about me.. SHE NEVER CARED WHEN SHE WAS USING ME AS A SHIELD WHEN MY DAD WAS KICKING HER. she always used to tell me, "this is your life! live it how you want!" what happened to that, bum? the story seemed to change after fat amy moved back in with you. so i'm guessing amy is acting like she can tell my mom what to do (which isn't new.. she DID used to hit my mom). so with that said fat amy doesn't like to see people who came from basically the same place as she did ACTUALLY do something with their lives- she's a jealous pig. just because you're only capable of a junior high education does NOT mean you have to drag people who actually work hard for what they can manage to get without resources or advocacy down with you. you people who are putting the brakes on something i've worked my ass off for at least 20 years are NOT DOING YOUR FUCKING JOBS/BEING "CARING" AT ALL. YOU CARE.. ONLY ABOUT YOURSELVES. YOU GOT THIS! YOU'RE A COMPLETE FUCKING MORON IF YOU CAN'T UNDERSTAND WHY I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO DESIRE TO REMAIN IN THIS UNOPPORTUNISTIC STATE. just because it's all sunshines and rainbow for you, does NOT make that EVERYONE'S situation.. I THOUGHT YOU WERE SMART ENOUGH TO KNOW THAT. man.. i am a bad judge of character and from my conclusion- i got that from my grandma.

i got the hint. now i'm outtie.

so i had a doctor's appointment today at like 5:30 ish and it was to retain a doctor's note saying i could drive, so i could get my driver's permit renewed. she said to me when i got into her office while she was looking at her notes, "looks like you're due for a pap.." i said immediately (without thinking), "okay, let's do that today and get it over with." so first she weighed me.. i was 129 lbs. and then she took my height and i must be getting shorter the older i get because i wasn't even 5 ft.. laugh at that ALL you fuckin want (i can think of who i thought was my "friend" more than likely sharing with his family about how i was so short when he met me- i was wondering why a friend would ever try to make their other friend look bad when talking to their family and friends.. it came to me- because they're NOT your "friend"! i'm not really sure what the fuck i am to him but to tell you the truth- i couldn't give a fuck.. maybe that's my period speaking but i've grown tired of being stepped on and being too damn laid back especially after NEARLY being killed by his careless actions..). well.. to top this day off- i should've took the hint when the doctor asked me interested where i was talking about living (i forget if i told her exactly why i wanted to live there), she asked me, "where were you talking about moving to? it wasn't philadelphia.. boston?" then i said, "yeah.. boston concord area.." then i asked her, "oh yeah.. i wanted you to write that note saying i could drive.." then she looked through her notes and said, "well.. who did you take your driving assessment with and when?" and i said, "i took like 2 or 3 at courage kenny and one here.." then she said, "well.. the occupational therapist said after they assessed you in march that they don't recommend that you drive.. it says something about you not being able to stop on time.." i honestly don't remember having difficulty with stopping. so just gathering up all those conversations when i came home- i concluded that the doctor was trying to insinuate that i should do what i've worked my ass off for my whole life and move to the boston/concord area because THEY HAVE A MORE ACCESSIBLE AND AVAILABLE TRANSIT SYSTEM, SO I DON'T EVEN NEED TO WORRY ABOUT GETTING PLACES WITHOUT A LICENSE. ABSOLUTELY NO THANKS GOES OUT TO MY FAMILY MEMBERS WHO ARE SUPPOSED TO "SUPPORT" ME. i still won't forget my grandma telling me some bullshit that "AMANDA HAS ALL THESE PLANS FOR YOU! SHE SAID SHE'S GONNA HELP YOU GET YOUR LICENSE BACK, ALONG WITH A VEHICLE YOU CAN DRIVE!" my grandma was so fuckin naive. AMANDA NEVER "HELPED" ME WITH DRIVING AT ALL DURING MY LIFE. ALL MY OTHER FAMILY MEMBERS- THAT MEANS YOU MOM, DIDN'T DO SHIT TO HELP ME WITH MY LICENSE EITHER. i'm demanding amy helps me get to massachusetts immediately or it's her job. i don't have time to fuck around during my life. I'M ALMOST A GOD DAMN SENIOR CITIZEN. I'LL BE ELIGIBLE FOR AARP IN 10 FUCKIN YEARS.
i was thinking of how i handled the news that i won't be able to drive again. i might get more pissed off about it later but everything sucks for me- WHAT'S ONE MORE THING? I CAN'T DO ANYTHING ANYMORE ANYWAY. now i understand why liz was so content with not being able to drive. i'm actually surprised i didn't go off on the doctor when she told me like i went off on the physical therapist at gillette when she told me over 10 years ago that i wouldn't be able to drive. i think i went crazy on her. i'm not sure why i remember destroying her office.. it's weird because fredrick said to me a while ago when i got pissed off at one of the ics workers, i completely snapped and he said even he was afraid. like i go super saiyan when something pisses me off enough. i think that i settled down some after talking to my therapist and getting tips from her on how to settle my temper down. so that may be why i didn't go off on the doctor today after she told me that i wouldn't be able to drive. she DID say she would ask what i could do to help me change the results. she also mentioned that i'm at the age where they order women to have yearly mammograms. it might be a good idea for me to get my jugs looked at considering my grandma had cancer in BOTH of her's and had to actually have them removed. i didn't think the doctor would be able to do a pap smear on me when i have my period but she still did one and said it didn't matter if i had my period. i had this appointment scheduled for probably at least 2 months- so it's not like i planned to have it while i had a pap smear scheduled either.

i THINK i know what to do next..

alright! i found out where the appointment is today from a text from my care coordinator like 5 minutes ago. now i just gotta hope people actually HELP me get what I want done at the appointment. it'd probably be easier and i would've had my driver's license back a long time ago IF people ACTUALLY cared about ME and not how it looks to other people to fulfill their egos. LET ME REMIND YOU IGNORANT FUCKS- I DID NOT GO THROUGH ALL THIS SHIT IN LIFE JUST TO APPEASE MY EGOTISTICAL, ENTITLED FAMILY MEMBERS WHO DON'T REALLY GIVE A DAMN ABOUT ME IF NO ONE IS LOOKING (OH YES.. THAT INCLUDES MY MOM AND AMANDA). if you asses really want to look good in front of other people- go to church and stop worrying about what other people are doing. so basically- fuck off. it's impossible for my mom to take her ass to church because THAT TAKES TOO MUCH WORK FOR HER. she also wouldn't have anything to do with her life if she stopped worrying about what others were doing. i have these hopes that my mom and fat sister will just get so tired of reading me complain about them and mind their own business but i might be overestimating their intelligence though. my sister didn't even make it to high school and my mom thinks she can live life with everyone thinking she's illiterate. amanda doesn't really have any excuses for her ignorance/lack of knowledge. i'm being too optimistic about my own family members.

where is the appointment?..

i went to get a wax today and i came home, i have a doctor's appointment at 5 something. it better not be a pointless appointment because i'm not sure if anyone is coming with me to help advocate for me when i'm getting the letter that says i can drive. i've already taken several behind-the-wheel driving lessons PLUS passed the knowledge test a few times to get my damn driver's permit after those assholes at courage kenny failed me in their driving program twice saying "needs more therapy". my ass- they just need to do a better job at helping people in therapy, so they don't have to rely on lying about their vulnerable adult clients- saying they need more therapy after at least 5 fuckin years and the good for nothin rehabilitation "institute"- they can attempt to gaslight me ALL they fuckin want and say i never went there but WHERE DID THESE VIDEOS COME FROM OF ME PRACTICING WALKING AT COURAGE KENNY THEN?! *gasp* THEY MUST'VE HAPPENED IN MY DREAMS! right amanda and mom?! go fuckin get fat amy to go to courage kenny, she's got mommy's genes- she MUST enjoy attention like her also! that'd give you all something to do since that's clearly the only reason why you're trying to ruin my life by not recognizing all the hard work i've done to get where i am. i was thinking.. and i believe amanda's smart ass just assumes that IF i attended courage kenny as long as i say i did, i'd be wwalking and driving!.. they prey on the clients who don't have KNOWLEDGABLE SUPPORT. so part of the reason why i'm not driving with a valid license and why i fall so much has to do with WHO YOU SEE IN THE MIRROR WHEN YOU LOOK. fact is- I'M A VULNERABLE ADULT AND THE PEOPLE WHO CLAIM TO "SUPPORT" ME JUST DO IT WHEN IT'S BENEFICIAL AND/OR CONVENIENT FOR THEM. take some classes on empathy.. i'm sure there's some out there- they got a class for everything these days. THEN you might be as smart as you seem to think you are. maybe IF you actually took the time and effort to show a little care PERSONALLY you'd know what the hell you're talking about by EXPERIENCE and not because your super kewliez sister-in-law works there, so they HAVE to be "helpful".. it doesn't matter what your OWN family member says when she doesn't show interest in wasting her time there because she has a TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY and that means she's stupid! my grandma was SO WRONG about you. i should've figured that she didn't know what she was talking about after she told me that the US would never have a black president. she was a shitty judge of character- HEY! SO THAT'S WHERE I GET IT FROM! it's just not convenient or beneficial for amanda to advocate for me to drive again. YOU GOT THIS! i wonder if the cop that pulls me over for driving without a driver's license would take that when they ask for my license?! they might arrest me for getting smart with them.. i could try smiling at them when i say it but they might assume i'm a maniac. i wonder if the ics workers know where i need to go for my appointment tonight. i'll try them. hopefully they know or know who to ask because i've tried asking my care coordinator but i'm not sure if he has a different number other than the one i have.

another interview

i think i blew that interview. the interview itself went alright. when the guy interviewing me came, we moved over to another couch directly next to the couch i first sat on when i was waiting for him, so i didn't really have to move that far over to sit down. i stepped to the side to sit on the couch next to me and he seemed so cautious about my mobility and ability to move around, so he asked if i was alright because a person really shouldn't assume things about other people. i said, "heh.. yeah, i'm fine.." then we had the interview and it went fine, of course with my luck i can't have things work out for me.. so i paged my lyft ride using the app and waited for like 5-10 minutes for it to come, it came and i stepped off the curb when i was getting into the vehicle and i expected the driver to take my bag since it's so damn heavy but he seemed confused at taking the iniative to help me adequately on his own and i think i may have got frustrated with his ignorance, even when asking him, "can you take this?" and he said, "what?" then i fell while putting the bag in the vehicle but i was so close to the vehicle, i just managed to fall on the seat. i'm not sure if the hotel i just interviewed with seen what was going on, knowing my luck- they did, because it was on the street right aside from their hotel. whatever. i didn't get hurt but i ruined things if they seen and assume i fall often and they don't wanna deal with that. if amanda assumes courage kenny will help me with this- I HAVE TO REMIND HER NEGLIGENT ENTITLED ASS THAT I ALREADY ATTENDED THERE FOR PROBABLY AT LEAST 5 YEARS AND THEY SHOULD HAVE WORKED ON PREVENTING FALLING BY THEN. SHOWS YOU THE LACK OF QUALITY IN THEIR SERVICES. you can attempt to fuckin gaslight all you want but i KNOW i've already attended that pointless waste of time and the ONLY REAL help i received was from tram holloway because my grandma found him and he told her he'd have me outta my wheelchair and :o I DON'T EVEN OWN A WHEELCHAIR ANYMORE! i'm NOT going back to using one just to make my careless sad excuse of a family appear "caring" because they're shitty ass people other than looking to take advantage of their family members disabilities to make them appear "caring" when they can't EVEN ANSWER THE DAMN PHONE WHEN THE EMERGENCY ROOM CALLS THEM. after that- I KNOW THAT I CAN'T COUNT ON YOU FOR SHIT. joe was the only family member who actually answers the phone. other than my mom- who just starts immediately bawling for attention as soon as i tell her where i am. so, needless to say- I DON'T CALL MY MOM IN EMERGENCIES ANYMORE. crying about shit WON'T help. it's not gonna get me out of the emergency room or erase any pain i'm going through. so just sit the fuck down and go back to your entitled, carefree life- your assistance isn't needed, my grandma was obviously just desperate to find the most responsible person she could think of. she forgot to consider if they'd be understanding and dependant.. both of which you are NOT. if it doesn't benefit you in any way- IT'S A BAD IDEA. pretty damn sad when you get that impression from someone who is supposedly SUPPOSED to "advocate" for you. God is letting me see exactly how much my family doesn't give a damn about me. thanks a lot. except joe- he's the ONLY one who actually cares enough to see me (i take that back somewhat- debbie and rene DID come to see me and take me out for dinner once when i lived in burnsville) and answer the damn phone when and if i call him. it's not like he gets calls from me every day or frequently.. amanda just can't be there for anyone or anything that doesn't benefit her. i just hope that no one from the hotel i interviewed at today seen my difficulty in getting in the vehicle but i think i may have seen someone looking at me while they were inside the hotel and i was getting into the lyft vehicle. i refuse to work at home also since i can't stay motivated or satisfied with at home jobs.. so get that shit outta your head.

the small interview drought is over..

so at least i managed to schedule another interview today at a hotel in minneapolis. something made me check my gmail and i found that they were interested in scheduling an interview today (they had emailed me yesterday and i must've overlooked it or something because the guy asked me if he could schedule an interview with me "tommorow" and so i quick replied to his email asking if he was still available for an interview- he DID email me back like an hour later and he told me some times he'd be available after a meeting he has. so i scheduled the interview- hopefully this will show that i'm available to work at all times and am flexible to work.. i think i'm prepared for the interview. i can't think of anything else i need for my interviews.
i also had the ics worker today get the box full of pictures out of the box i seen them in today when i had ics. i looked through the pictures and i couldn't find any of my pictures when i was in sports when i was younger in the box. there might be another box full of pictures.. i'm just not sure where they are right now. so i'm kinda disappointed about that right now. my happysleep ring didn't work last night because it wasn't charged enough. hopefully they'll still be able to tell by the results of only two days of sleep (so far) what's more appropriate for me but knowing my luck- i doubt it.

fotos?

i was brushing my teeth this morning and i was thinking about this nolan wells' murder.. the murderers have to be his white "friends". THEY WERE THE LAST ONES SEEN WITH HIM AND THE ONLY REASON WHY THEY'RE NOT IN JAIL IS BECAUSE WHO THEIR RELATIVES ARE. must be nice to have relatives that are willing to risk their jobs/positions in government. if this had been a white boy- the black friends would already be fried in the electric chair by now. i was thinking of the pictures i seen of him as a little boy with all his white friends. it reminded me of all my sports pictures when i was younger and i was the only little brown girl with white little girls. the MAIN difference between our situations has to be location.. he was from mississippi. we got racist pricks here- don't get me wrong.. i have a few in my family.. however- the racists in this area are a bunch of pussies who i guarantee would put their tail in between their legs when around black and other minorities here. however.. i grew up on BOTH sides of the track- having a father who was hispanic and a white mother who had custody of my brother and i. so i was basically raised by white people and i basically was raised with white culture (we didn't celebrate mexican holidays). so with that said- i obviously had white relatives who went to school with me growing up- so i'm sure that since they integrated with me, that showed other white kids that i was cool to be around. so i was in school sports growing up.. in fact- i was on the traveling basketball team when i was younger before basketball was offered to everyone to play, i was the only brown girl there too but we didn't see color and all the girls were respectful and nice and the little girls were too young to understand/care about me racist/how i was a different color than them. i'm wondering where the pictures i had of me when i was in the traveling team and other sports in school went.. i thought i got at least one or two of them scanned but i'm not sure what happened to the rest. i know some of them were in my grandma's house when it burnt down (considering i used to basically live with her all through school before i was in a car accident when i needed my mom to physically assist me since i was made disabled). the lady who used to be the supervisor of this program "helped" me clean out my apartment and got rid of a lot of things but she insisted that she didn't throw any pictures away.. so i'm not really sure where the hell they are. i'm gonna check this box laying on my floor but i'm still not sure they're there. i go to sabathani later, i'm really glad i found some escape to this boring ass life which tries to keep me disabled so people can actually feel "useful". it used to be worse the less diverse surroundings i was in.. so it's slowly getting better.. i may be truly happy by the time i'm 70! i happen to relate and feel more comfortable around black people compared to growing up around white people. i'm not sure if it's because black people have never discriminated against me for my color and because they understand what it's like to be a minority/darker person. i remember when i was younger and my grandma tried to make me feel better about being a different color compared to everyone else around me at the time when she said, "OH STACY! IN TWENTY YEARS EVERYONE WILL BE TAN LIKE YOU!" i think she was trying to make me more at ease with being a different color and the ONLY reason why i'm now in an area where people are more "tan" like me is because I took the iniative to get the hell out of the small hick town i came from. i don't know/care if people in the area where i was raised are more "tan" like me.. i doubt it and i don't have enough desire to see. if they can be ignorant.. two can play that game, i guess.

what does this mean for *ME*?

i put in google just now, "if you have shallow breathing, which health problems do you have?" and this popped up: "Shallow breathing (also known medically as tachypnea) occurs when you do not fully expand your lungs, relying only on chest muscles. Common underlying issues include lung conditions (e.g., asthma, COPD, pneumonia, pulmonary embolism), heart conditions (e.g., heart failure), or mental/physical stress (e.g., anxiety or panic attacks)." SO KEEP IT UP MOTHER FROM HELL! you'll be burying your oldest if you and your flying monkeys continue to give me anxiety by NOT MINDING YOUR OWN FUCKIN BUSINESS! i may not even have to do anything but breathe in order to get away from you negative, selfish bums! thanks a lot! STALKING ME will NOT stop me from living my life.

should i be concerned?.. hm..

well.. i just looked at my happysleep "my progress" for sleep and it says "79%" under breathing and also "Watch out!".. so that confirms my last post about not being able to breathe. i'm not sure if how much you breathe has any impact on health concerns (it more than likely does- because a person needs to breathe in order to live). oh well. hopefully they find a solution for my breathing before something bad happens to me. it's probably why i used to have long tired sighs at random times of the day.. i'm pretty sure the reason why i don't sigh as much anymore is because i've been using my cpap. needless to say- i yawn a lot during the day and i'm usually tired. my therapist is coming in about 45 minutes, i actually feel a lot better after talking to her. i heard someone ranting about how people share everything about their lives online these days- the only reason why i have this blog is for my memory since i can't remember shit because of my traumatic brain injury. so, unlike a lot of people, i'm NOT "bragging" about my life when i share what happens to me and you're a complete imbecile if you think i am. bragging about the shitty ass parents and all the shit they've done to me.. not to forget the surgeries and conditions i have BECAUSE of them.. i honestly post for MY REFERENCE and to help me express my feelings and thoughts about things because no one seems to give a fuck. if certain sisters think they can relate to me in ANY way- they should ask themselves if they managed to graduate high school WITH HONORS while participating in sports when they were able (i'm sure she still can- there were fat girls on our team). she should ask herself if she also managed to work a job while doing ALL of this. also- if she managed to get her fat ass outta HER WHEELCHAIR even when instructed by doctors NOT TO. point is- if you're gonna try to relate to me- DON'T FORGET MY ACHIEVEMENTS. not just the shit i'm really not proud of- being your sister is one along with having the same mother from hell and i can't forget when you ran off to florida with your deadbeat boyfriend thinking you were so smart and JUST like me. number one- i definitely had better places to go besides floridumb. number two- i had a ROUND-TRIP TICKET (so i intended on returning). copying the things i regret doing does NOT make us the SAME. WERE YOU INJURED WITH A TBI AND PUT IN A WHEELCHAIR FOR AT LEAST 15 YEARS OF YOUR LIFE WHILE STILL GRADUATING FROM HIGH SCHOOL WITH HONORS AND THEN DID YOU ALSO TAKE NUMEROUS COLLEGE COURSES TO FIND WHICH JOB WAS RIGHT FOR YOU?! NO. YOU SPREAD YOUR FUCKIN LEGS AT 12 YEARS OLD AND GOT PREGNANT, DROPPED OUTTA SCHOOL IN JUNIOR HIGH I THINK (although- now that i think about it- 12 years old is probably still ELEMENTARY SCHOOL) AND NEVER GRADUATED. WE ARE NOT THE SAME. i was also thinking this morning while laying in bed before i got up about just why the fuck do my stupid sister and cousin care that i move? if you idiots figure you can just put me in charge of taking care of my mom when she needs to be taken care of- so it's not on either of you and because my mom took care of me when i was in my car accident.. let me remind you- it is a PARENT'S RESPONSIBILITY to take care of their child if they're injured and almost killed. it is NOT their children's responsibility to take care of their parents IF they have medical issues themselves and especially NOT if they have traumatic brain injuries and two other healthy siblings and a family who supposedly cares so much about their aunt. i'm not afraid to just shove her in a nursing home because i'm sure that's what she would've done for me if it weren't for my grandparents. SO GO AHEAD AND PUT HER CARE ON ME WHEN IT COMES TIME FOR HER TO NEED "CARE"! I REMEMBER HOW I WAS ONLY GOOD FOR A DAMN SHIELD TO BLOCK MY DAD'S FOOT FROM KICKING HER! my dreams along with the surgeries i've had to have as a result of it WON'T let me forget. selfish bum.

can't breathe..

i was thinking about when i should go to rick's and then i remembered- my driver's permit expired last month! i have a doctor's appointment this thursday to get it renewed and to get permission by a written doctor's note saying i can drive. i remember the last time i had to get a doctor's note- the doctor told me to just come back to them anytime if i needed help advocating for myself to be able to do things. so i could go sometime before thursday but there's also a good chance they wouldn't let me in (even though i'm pretty sure i've ran into this same problem at the airport and they let me go on the plane anyway). i must not look like i'm that harmful of a person? a petite hispanic with a cane!! oh no!
i slept with the happysleep ring on my finger last night to monitor my breathing while i sleep (i'm pretty sure it monitors my blood pressure/heart by just wearing a ring on my finger.. it glows in the dark but i'm not sure if you're supposed to take it off when you wash your hands.. i don't think it matters because the app still detects the ring after i wash my hands with it on and i don't remember anyone telling me not to get it wet or reading anywhere that i wasn't supposed to get it wet). it'll finally monitor how fucked up my breathing is while i sleep. i'm pretty sure douglas told me that there were times he thought i wasn't breathing for a while when he slept by me and i distinctly remember my grandma always getting scared when i would sleep at her house and she'd always shake me and wake me up to make sure i was still alive. i guess this thing is supposed to help them determine which mask (if any) i should sleep with while using my cpap or something like that- i don't remember for sure. it's probably why every now and then i find my throat getting itchy and start to cough for air- sometimes i need water to help me so i don't cough. i used to think my grandma was only coughing all the time because she smoked like a chimney but now i'm pretty sure it was because of her allergies mixed with her apnea.. her smoking didn't help things at all. so genetics fucks me once again.