moderately new tattoo- at least now you can actually tell my top lids were tattoo'd without staring!

i just had my eyeliner tattoo'd on my top lids. she said she was eerie of tattooing my bottom lids because of all the bleeding my top lids did and my eyes kept reflixively closing. i told her the first time i got my eyeliner tattoo'd on my bottom lids- my grandma had to hold me down and tell me i've went through worse things in my life. so that didn't give the woman the desire to tattoo my bottom lids- even though she said the top looks really good. i was checking my email in the car on the way home and i see that the people at sabathani are getting someone else to work the desk on thursdays.. which actually works out great for me because my job at home2suites is thursday, friday, saturday, and i think sunday (i'm not positive about sundays- i need to check again tomorrow at training- but at least now i'll have more time to actually rest because originally i would've been working AND volunteering on thursday). just have to look at things positively and the rest of the shit loses meaning. i told the lady who was tattooing my eyelids today about how i got traumatic brain injury and how i had to wheel up the podium on graduation day to accept my diploma in high school. i said i went through at least 15 years in a wheelchair until i went through rehab. and arp therapy to get myself OUT of my wheelchair (amanda and my dumb mom purposely seem to ignore that FACT.. as if i just woke up one day and was able to walk- WHILE COMPLETELY IGNORING THE EFFORT AND HARD WORK I DID IN REHAB/and 6 months in a coma.. i was named "quadriplegic" by my own grandma.. "i have a quadriplegic granddaughter." is what she'd tell EVERYONE.. kinda like i was a fucking trophy or something). she tried to make things look worse about me to everyone because I have NEVER been "quadriplegic" in my whole life. i CAN move my damn arms. i've always been able to. you ignorant ass entitled people will NEVER know what it's like to bust your ass in order to live another day and have your damn relatives ignore EVERYTHING you did to get where you are JUST to look "good" or satisfy their in-laws with more business for their sad ass excuse of a "rehabilitation center" where they only like looking like they're helping disabled people who have advocacy to jerk them off and get them more money along with business. oh look! a reason why i chose NOT to communicate/associate with people who supposedly "care" about me while not ACTUALLY helping me to progress in life so they can just look good helping vulnerable adults.