My Foot Hurts!

Ow! My damn foot hurts and I'm rather upset about it. I hurt it doing something innocent. I was trying to add money to my MARTA card as the bus was moving. That's not very easy, believe me. The bus drivers here in Atlanta do not wait for anyone to find a seat or to put money in the fare box before zooming down the street. It's precarious. I'm not elderly but I do have some issues with various parts of my body not wanting to operate properly, especially when I'm standing up inside a moving vehicle.

Anyway, the bus lurched around the corner and I was nearly thrown into the driver's lap. I'm not sure exactly how it happened but as I was trying to keep myself from falling onto the driver my right foot got bent at a weird angle and I actually heard something "snap". It hurt a lot. I made a face and said, "Something weird just happened to my foot!" and then I stumbled over to a seat so that my poor "wife" Jennifer could sit down also.

This is only a tiny bit about my foot. Sure, it hurts like hell. It's now swollen in the small spot where I did whatever I did to it. I'm not writing very well tonight. Sorry. I'm cold and tired and worried about Friday, October 24 2008. I get to plead my case for Social Security on that day. I have been worrying and worrying about this thing since October 3rd. I just pray that The Social Security Administration re-instates my SSDI or I am screwed. I have no money for my diabetes medication, my anti-depressant/sleep med, my stomach meds... and we haven't been able to pay our co-operative's "carrying charges" (just think 'rent', it's easier, even though we own our condo). Bills are piling up and today we used the last of any money we had. We're going to have to go to the food bank a few times before the end of October. I have done a lot of research on my case and am hoping that if I come to the appointment prepared with all the necessary paperwork plus all my research, there's a hope in heaven I'll get my SSDI back for November.

Until I hear from them, I'm not really going to be in the mood to spin any yarns from my vast collection of stories that reside in my muddled brain. And if their decision isn't good... I may not be writing anything in this blog for a long time. God, I hope this Friday I get my SSDI benefits back!

I have a song playing and playing in my head. It's called "Spiderdust" and the woman who sings it used to be in this band called Bel Canto. Her name is Anneli Drecker. She's from Norway and has this mysterious voice. She also sang backup vocals in Jah Wobble's song, "Becoming More Like God". I think she's sexy as hell. Anyway, because of OCD or whatever the hell is my problem, songs sometimes play over and over in my head for DAYS! And not the entire song, which is even more aggravating. Just snippets. So, I have the chorus of "Spiderdust" playing endlessly in my head: "Spider, Spider, something something something... (Norwegian, perhaps? Can't understand what she's saying at any rate!) something... Spiderdust, Spiderdust, Spider--something something something..." Catchy, no?

At least I have a few words. One time, last year when I was having so much trouble with insomnia and hadn't slept for three days, I had a bass line from a U2 song going through my head over and over and over until I wanted to throw myself in front of a speeding car! I love the song but the bass line, by itself was driving me crazy.

Well, on that mentally ill note I shall bid a farewell: "Spiderdust, Spiderdust, something something something something... eagle eye?"