I wrote and mailed this letter in to Governor Pro-tem Inslee and emailed his campaign. Hopefully, he can pull some strings to help us.
Letter to the new Governor!
Posted by The Weary Zebra at 8:31 PM 0 commentsI wrote and mailed this letter in to Governor Pro-tem Inslee and emailed his campaign. Hopefully, he can pull some strings to help us.
Falling Apart
Posted by The Weary Zebra at 10:55 PM 1 commentsIm so depressed, it is getting harder and harder to get up in the morning. Not wake up, but to get out of bed. I just got out of sinus surgery on Monday. Turns out I had a fungal infection from the pituitary surgery 2 years ago. If we were still in Texas, I wouldn't have had the surgery. You have to be homeless to qualify for aid down there, and if you are homeless, you dont really count. Im still fighting disability, but they are relentless. Even DSHS (Dept of Social and Health Services) wants documents that either dont exist, or they have in their position already. But that is the deal. They grind you down. But today is the last day of my Charity Care at Swedish Medical Center. Maybe I will be able to get it again, but they said its not likely. They dont help indigent people or something.
Mrs. Zebra is cracking through the stress and depression. Im afraid she might leave me soon if something doesn't change. I guess I dont blame her. I am pretty worthless at this point. There used to be a significant section of my day devoted on figuring out what I could do for her next. Now, I cant do anything for her. I cant do anything to help our situation. Im helpless and hopeless. And alone.
The Very Weary and Depressed Zebra
Too tired to cary on...
Posted by The Weary Zebra at 5:15 PM 1 commentsIts been several months and my followers deserve an update. Ive been so sick and down that there hasnt been much to post.
Summer finally came and went here in Washington state. But it didnt happen without me getting fired from my job at Working America. I was $3 short of my weekly deposit quota. You can read about it HERE.
Ive been trying to get my job back while doing as much freelance work as I can. Mrs. Zebra is still unemployed and still battling many internal demons as well. When I do get work, I get the run around as far as what the client wants, all the settings change, etc. Why cant I just work and get paid?
We are so broke, we cant afford to go and do anything to get our minds off of things. We are eating once a day now too. Not even a big meal. We are slowly starving to death.
In September, I had my hearing for disability and it was post-poned a couple weeks because my lawyer was a hack and didn't show up. The new lawyer found that none of my docs had been helping me at all either, including those at Swedish. My hearing finally comes and the judge is conservative and dosent care that the docs have listed me as disabled, and according to SSI rules I qualify in several categories Nope. Got the report today.
So on to the next level. If I survive.
Does anyone even give a shit?
Tumor strikes unsuspecting bystanders
Posted by The Weary Zebra at 1:34 PM 0 commentsSo a good friend decided to come see us after many months of fellowship over the phone and online, and check out the Seattle scene. We got him situated on Saturday, then took the day to rest, as we were all exhausted. Sunday, we decided to surprise him with a trip up Mt. Rainier, as Mrs. Zebra and I could share driving. Our good friend even paid for gas! Was a great trip!
Yesterday, I casually took him around Downtown Seattle, and had a great time. Very tired, but so much fun. But unfortunately Mrs. Zebra stayed behind and cleaned the house for our guest. But she wore herself out. She was ready for bed, and unfortunately had a bit of a hormone explosion and misunderstood what was to be a quick stepping out as an exit for the evening and let loose. He thought it was his fault and now is considering leaving early. I fucking hate this disease. It's why we have such few friends.
How sick am I?
Posted by The Weary Zebra at 1:23 PM 0 commentsSo for the last five days, I have been home off work. The office where I work was closed Wednesday through Friday so I had to tack on two extra hours each day for 5 days before. Those extra two hours killed me. I was barely treading water.
To a healthy person, this wouldn't be a problem. I have a two hour commute, mostly by ferry and bus, and minimum walking. Well, maybe just over a mile, most of it down hill. But for me, it's the hardest thing I have ever had to constantly endure. Just getting to the ferry winds me, and if I don't make the first bus after work, by sprinting over half a mile in 5 minutes, the I have to sprint 5 blocks down a 50° incline to make sure I don't miss that ferry.
The work also wears me out. I have to repeat the same script to people, most of whom are either idiots, jerks, or don't remember who we are or that I am a human and not a robot. By the time I get home, remember two hours each way, I can barely peal myself out of the car, or string together sentences. Mrs. Zebra has had to feed me dinner before because of how exhausted I am.
I'm really scared of what is going to happen to us.
Long time, no see...
Posted by The Weary Zebra at 5:53 PM 0 commentsIm sorry its been so long. A lot has happened since I last posted. Mrs. Zebra lost her job, and to be closer to my doc in Seattle, we scrimped and scraped and barely made it up here. Just in time for the huge budget cuts to happen to social services. So we are in line to fill out paperwork to get in line to see a doctor. Mrs. Zebra is really sick, but we arent 100% sure what with. Her skin is thinning and her hands and feet are always in pain. I thought that I could go back to work and for the last month I have been commuting 2hrs one way to get to a part time job that makes just over minium wage. So after this month, we will probably be evicted. But maybe someone can help us out. Check out the video below and see if you can help.
The very weary zebra.
TOO stressed out!
Posted by The Weary Zebra at 12:15 AM 1 commentsWow. It has been one hell of a day.
Before I continue, thanks to all of you who read this. I still get new readers all the time. To answer the latest questions, we have not moved yet. We have 39 days until our scheduled date. But we might have to push it back. And we got some solid leads for homes. So that's good.
Anyway, I've been super stressed lately. I have had to ween faster than I was ready, so I haven't been able to do much. I had to ween because my meds were too high last time we got unemployment. So I couldn't get my steroids. And at the time I thought I was tough enough to do it. Yea, well no. To boot, I've also been out of pain meds for the last few days. So I have tried not to move much. Just typing this is killing my thumbs.
Now add all that to the stress of finding a place to live in an area where rentals operate in a totally different way, and the stress of trying to deal with freaked out people when they find out you aren't full of crap and are actually moving, so they need to gain all your experience at once (notice I said experience, not knowledge because I figured it out for myself, so can they with a bit of help from me ;-)) and neighbors who's only car has been in the shop for weeks, so you are giving rides (Mrs Zebra has been having to lately because I can't drive much) and THEN, all of a sudden, the car battery won't hold an effing charge and you constantly have to go out and jump it! Lucky, we got unemployment two days early, so now we have a battery. Probably can get much food now, but at least we can drive past grocery shops and drool...
Sorry, we both have just had it lately, especially today. We were fighting the urge to bite each other's heads off tonight even. My sweet, sweet wife is a very mean person where she is in pain. And I know I'm no happy camper either. 39 days until we move. And at least that long until we can get cannabis medical cards. I sure hope it's good pain relief. But at least we will be close to good docs either way. And wonderful friends who can COOK!
The Weary and deflated Zebra



