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Ramblings, Ravings and Rants.: Washington DC–vacation for the cheapskate
Finally posted it. I figured I'd feel less stressed about it if I just put it up as-is, after removing the blanks for where to avoid. I don't remember where that was anymore and I lost the maps that had those locations indicated.
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Gorgeous! Knowing that your grandmother is the owl and your grandfather is the eagle- I really like how they really look like they are a couple.
I have fallen in love with my right upper-arm. I don't think I'm going to be able to stick to my decision to not get any more tattoos this year, but I'm sure a nice big freak-out about money will help with that.
I had 4 cookies this weekend, of the regular wheat variety (1 Friday, 1 Saturday, 2 Sunday). I'm sure they helped feed my depression last night a bit. It was rough. Boyfriend coddled me through it until bedtime, which was later than it should have been on account of dreading sleep and the work that occurs after waking up. Sundays are not usually so bad for me. It could just be PMS (period was expected Saturday and has not made an appearance yet). I am a little bloated but I am attributing that to the cookies and strange eating this weekend (huge super late meal on Friday, huge meal Saturday way too early, food involving beans & rice Saturday night, hardly any appetite Sunday).
I am very sleepy from getting to bed too late. I really want a cup of coffee with half and half but I'm so nervous about relying on caffeine to get going. It's just another reminder that my energy levels and focus are still not where I want them to be, on a day to day basis. It makes me want to go back onto Tyrosine because as much as I feel that I can handle my anxiety now, my focus is still not that great. I definitely feel a difference on Tyrosine anyway.
But on the plus side of all of this, I did have a good weekend. I walked to the nearby strip mall Sunday morning and got my mom some flowers. I walked half of the way back barefoot because my minimalist slip-on Chuck Taylors were giving me a blister. It felt good to stretch my legs, as always. I had a nice time just vegging with my mom, sister, her boyfriend, the family dog, and sister's boyfriend's dog. I was not even really bored when I started to feel depressed yesterday evening. I guess it started off with a lot of anxiety. Was it the cookies? I wish I knew, but today, I don't really care.
I have lunch today, a pork chop I cooked up yesterday and leftover potato wedges from Friday night. I think I will go eat.
I'm glad your grandma accepts and appreciates the tattoo in her own way. it's a sweet story. I've never been so close to anyone that they've inspired a tattoo - unless you count my kids.
Hey, I just wanted to give you and the boyfriend my take on the whole VA thing... I was a new mommy for only 3 months when I got called for a deployment to a demilitarized zone for "safeguarding"... the thought of leaving my son sent me into a terrible post-partum depression accompanied by panic attacks and constant anxiety, the inability to perform my duties (I screwed up ALL the time, got written up constantly for screwing up) and just couldn't keep it together at work. Needless to say, I did not make it through the medical evaluation process for the deployment. They took away my ability to carry a weapon, which took away the ability for me to do another aspect of my job (I was a supply sergeant, therefore I was responsible for the safeguarding of rifles and pistols, as well as ammo). Since I couldn't mentally do my job and wasn't allowed to do my job via the profile they placed on me b/c of my mental status, they decided to kick me outta the Army. As such, I was medically discharged and the Army psychiatrist (who was also a psychiatrist at a real mental health facility) said I'd be on medication for the rest of my life. My current psychiatrist thinks there is some leftover post traumatic stress disorder brought on by that crazy time of my life.
Anyhow... long story short, I went through all the BS with the VA and won 60% disability. Where I live and with my number of dependants, I get $1,000 a month from the government - for life (with increases each year for cost of living, etc). It's worth the hassle. Mental health usually garners a higher disability rating than any physical injury.
Last edited by jenn26point2; 05-14-2012 at 01:59 PM.
go to U.S. Department of Veterans Affairs and go to the Compensation and Pension page here. He'll have to fill out the paperwork http://vabenefits.vba.va.gov/vonapp there that will give them a background of his condition (make sure he mentions the mental health issues) and that's how you get the ball rolling for actual VA benefits.
it IS a headache.. it IS a pain in the ass.. but the extra money each month to compensate for the issues is nice.
Last edited by jenn26point2; 05-14-2012 at 02:46 PM.
Well he already has benefits & disability, but it's only $100/month. We want to get it re-evaluated. I found some info on another site on what forms to do that with so he'll have to go to the doctor to get an updated examination, but I think he has a good chance at getting an increase.