10-11-22

 So the politicians and their scientists are worried about children developing depression and anxiety from being forced to take school lessons via computers.

We have a nut case with his finger on the nuclear button in Russia and we are worried because some kids had to social distance to save their life's.

In fifth grade when every other little boy was drawing cars; I was drawing bomb shelters and trying to invent a positive airflow system so my mom wouldn't die from fallout.

I used to sneak out of the house and walk the streets all night because I was afraid to sleep.

I had my own copy of the geological survey map for central NY so I could calculate the safe altitude of a nuclear blast over the surrounding cities that would keep my home safe from the blast wave.

400' BTW.

A large reason for me being so screwed up can be traced directly to the mammoth amount of anxiety I was under from my government and the rest of the nuclear crazy's out there.

I couldn't get into sex, drugs, rock-n-roll, or violence and greed that is the hallmark of my generation.

I was too intelligent. I could only go over scenario after scenario until I finally succumbed to the depression and just didn't care anymore if I or anyone else lived.

So I do not over-exaggerate when I say that I doubt that I have ever been not depressed.

OK, my rant for the day is over.

Mom's lung cancer is back.

I'm spending the money that was supposed to fix our car heater or pay the overdue garbage bill and spending it on mom.

I fear that I will only have week's or maybe months(if I'm lucky) with her.

Mom's physical therapy ends this Thursday. 

That doesn't mean that she still doesn't need it.It only means that her insurance company and social security will not pay for anymore so.

I don't want to deal with people right now.

Mom's doing better.

I put up a go fund me page for my mom and our bills. (Our bill's because unlike my brother I take responsibility for others).

Going to go try and clean some of the house now.

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