so today at the laundromat the vending machine ate my dollar and i just stood there staring at it like it was a personal attack, like who even designed these machines to be so untrustworthy, but instead of smashing it i just left, guess that’s where i’m at now, leaving my dollar behind like a lost cause.
i honestly thought the meal prep would be a disaster and i would hate everything, but it turns out i made this amazing pasta and now i am just floating in pure joy and relief. the dread leading up to it was real but wow, i cannot believe how good this actually turned out.
so the va denied my claim for ptsd because apparently surviving combat means you should have been taking detailed notes like it was a college lecture or something, i mean i was busy, busy not dying and what do i get for it, a big fat NOPE because no one was writing down my trauma like it was a grocery list.
so the va denied my claim for ptsd because apparently surviving combat means you should have been taking detailed notes like it was a college lecture or something, i mean i was busy, busy not dying and what do i get for it, a big fat NOPE because no one was writing down my trauma like it was a grocery list.
just spent three hours on hold listening to the same stupid elevator music while they kept saying my insurance denied my surgery because apparently they just LOVE saying no, no, no like that helps anyone at all.