It's Go Time

WARNING: THIS BLOG ENTRY IS RATED X FOR LANGUAGE. IF FOUL LANGUAGE OFFENDS YOU THEN SKIP DOWN TO THE LAST PARAGRAPH.

So I contacted the attorney's office yesterday because they were supposed to send me intake papers in the mail almost two months ago about accepting my Social Security Disability Claim. I called them yesterday to ask what was up. They apologized and told me that someone would be in contact with me early today. PHEW! That was a big relief off of my chest simply because my appeal is already in office. So the woman called this morning and we began chatting. We went through an entire array of questions. She seemed really skeptical about my health condition. And then came the question: "So who do you live with?" My significant other I told her. They she asked how much he made. Jarred and I agree that money isn't a part of our relationship so the vast majority of things we are completely in the dark about in regards to that (and in my opinion we have far less fights than most couples do). However, I know a round about ballpark figure which I shared with her. "Well he makes too much money." HUH?!? Where in the fuck does his income factor in MY SOCIAL SECURITY DISABILITY CLAIM? WE ARE NOT AND CANNOT BE LEGALLY MARRIED. As far as the federal government is concerned we are nothing more than friends who just happen to have an intimate relationship. Never mind the fact that my doctor will not release me to work, I have recurring pneumonia, chronic bronchitis, neuropathy, Kikuchi's Disease (lymphadenopathy), chronic diarrhea, chronic fatigue, anxiety, trouble concentrating, breast cancer and most of all NEVERMIND THE FUCKING FACT THAT OUT OF THE LAST 10 MONTHS I HAVE SPENT 1 1/2 OF THEM IN THE HOSPITAL. WHOOO HOOO I CAN TELL YOU WITH A TRACK RECORD LIKE THAT I HAVE EMPLOYERS LINING UP AT MY DAMN DOOR TO OFFER ME A POSITION IN THEIR COMPANY. You want to know who I hold responsible for this. While a part goes to the federal imperialist government a large part of the blame goes to Joe Q. Public. That's right. All the people who took from Social Security who didn't need it. All the people that continue to take from it and they are perfectly able to get up everyday and go to work with out problems. That is who I blame for this. Thanks for fucking up life for the rest of us who actually need the assistance.

And if you thought that was the end of my rant sit back and listen to more. I was one of the very first males treated at the Grady Comprehensive Avon Breast Clinic. I was first male patient there who was treated with tamoxifen. You would think that the kind of relationship that I have with them that they would know me when I called. No instead I get fucking attitude from the front desk clerk. "Ummm well Mr. McClarity we are going to have to let you talk to a nurse to schedule your appointment." To which I asked "Why can't I just set it up with you." "Ummm because you're a special client." Let me tell you what that means. Avon is the primary funder of the Comprehensive Breast Clinic at Grady Memorial Hospital. Do you know that Avon will not fund an organization that even mentions MALE BREAST CANCER IN its LITERATURE? That's right my friend old fashioned 18th century discrimination on the basis of sex. They say that they offer the same treatment no matter what but I find it rather odd that they never did a lumpectomy and that the ONLY treatment they are willing to offer me is chemotherapy. WOW NOW THAT'S FUCKING COMPREHENSIVE RIGHT THERE. Chemotherapy is so cutting edge that it's practically hot when you touch it. Well it does make me have hot flashes but that is not even the point right now. So now I will sit back and wait two weeks for them to call me to give me an appointment in two months.

If you skipped over the first two paragraphs welcome. This will be the happier, bubbly paragraph of this blog posting. Jarred and I had a fabulous weekend in Saint Simons Island. His friend Rick (who is one of his co-workers) got married to his sweetheart of several years, Beth. They are such a lovely couple. When we got down there we were promptly delivered to the lesbians of the group (Beth's auth Lynn) and her partner Carol by Beth's mother. Lynn performed the ceremony. They really are an awesome couple. They have formally invited Jarred and I out to St. Louis where they live in February to attend an AIDS Fundraiser that to my understanding is the highlight of the St. Louis social season. Besides the fact that we stayed at Camp Jesus (the wedding was held on a Methodist retreat and that just happens to be where our hotel was located) it was an awesome weekend. Both of the families were very warm and inviting and we were never frowned upon or snubbed by anyone there. It was as if we were almost a part of the family. If you want to see pictures go to Jarred's blog he has them up there.

Enough for today honey it's time for me to go and take a Xanax.

James