They kept doing some kind of work with hammers and a power saw upstairs while I was trying to sleep. So now it’s apparently time for the Friday night music to start up early đ©
Celebrating getting whatever that was finished? We can only hope it’s not just a break.
An extra layer of clothes added all around, and I’m feeling slightly less like a block of ice now đ I keep meaning to get some thermal leggings, but a pair of yoga pants under the sweats is bulkier than I want but much better than nothing.
I also managed to dig up some insoles to help make those new warm slippers wearable. Ordered some, but they haven’t arrived yet. Finally remembered there were some that should work in some shoes I haven’t worn in a while. Those are wearing out but usable, thankfully.
The other style of that brand I bought before came with nice cushiony soles. It pissed me off to find that these new ones really, really didn’t.
The problem? “Hollow inferior bottoms” with thin enough padding over top that I could clearly feel the hard plastic grid pressing into my heels đŹ
Best illustration I could find quickly, and yes that type of sole deserves a big red X. (“[P]erson easily sprained foot” is the least of it đ) Sensory issues plus neuropathy making it worse or no. And those were indeed sold specifically as extra-comfy granny slippers.
I was tempted to send them back over the cheap-ass manufacturing making them unwearable out of the box, but that would require too many spoons and finding something else. Glad to finally get them usable, and my feet less freezing.
Honestly, I have been running into a lot of trouble with feeling like my life is essentially over for a while now.
Not all depression, but yeah some of it is. I know itâs totally situational, and I have no idea what to do about any of it. Other than just keep getting on with things the best I can. That can get hard, though, especially knowing that stubborn will only get a person so far. And it gets exhausting.
I really hesitate to say anything about this stuff. Especially after I had to block someone I thought better of over persistently making some condescending unwelcome assumptions and suggestions âfor my own goodâ based on what they they decided my Real Problems must be. Regardless of what I thought about any of it. I got enough of that from actual professionals when I was younger, and it almost killed me when I was already dealing with enough shit from some very different (ignored) causes without the added gaslighting. Iâm still working through some of the aftermath this many years later. So yeah, donât do that. No matter how good the person thinks their intentions are, that behavior sucks and can do a lot of harm.
I am not looking for advice at all, to be very clear. Just venting, and trying to work through some thoughts by articulating them more. (However vaguely here.) It can make a bad situation so much harder when you donât have anywhere to safely talk about certain things at all.
(What probably should be) minor freakout time again.
I got a letter ftom HSBC oh-so-helpfully requiring me to resubmit multiple forms of ID to them. Given the fact that it is apparently selective and the timing, I have my suspicions that it may indeed be related to the âhostile environmentâ garbageâif a bit sneakier than I would have expected. If nothing else, it may be a preliminary weeding step.
[New sections 40A to 40H of the Immigration Act 2014 (inserted via Schedule 7 of the Immigration Act 2016) will require banks and building societies to make checks on existing account holders if requested to do so by a specified body, and to notify the Secretary of State if the person may be a âdisqualified personâ (basically, an irregular migrant).]
My status should be totally âregularââŠand surely they never foul anything up. *hollow laughter*
Anyway, of course theyâre requiring valid photo ID. Which of course I do not have access to right now. Guess I had better figure out a way to manage an embassy appointment to get a replacement passport sooner than later, never mind my health situation keeping me from doing it already.
Hell, Iâm already not looking forward to trying to get to Snappy Snaps for US regulation passport photosâand thatâs right in town. Iâve just been that close to housebound for over a year now.
Iâm too stressed to check for the deadline right now, but I would not be surprised if itâs more hassle dealing with them, with it probably taking longer to get the passport.
(Even more pissed off right now about the DVLA losing my passport. Otherwise I would probably have both that and a driving license to choose from for the damned bank đ )
I mean, I have been stressing over not having that for a while now. I really need a passport. But there have been legitimate problems with trying to remedy the situation. Having to keep telling myself that right now.
Hopefully it will be doable with cabs as close to door to door as possible. Mr. C will voluntarily hump luggage all the way through public transport to avoid taking a cab to/from the airport, and I really hope it wonât take much explaining why (a) that is just not going to work, and (b) I donât feel safe handling the trip alone now even with more suitable transportation. Just not much patience, and hopefully there wonât be any static about it.
I cannot reasonably function with the good old cash under the mattress approach if they block my accounts. (Even assuming his arenât nextâŠ) And I obviously canât change banks now. That wouldnât have worked without a valid passport, even before the government decided to get this nasty.
Not a lot of good options here. And this is just too much on top of pretty much everything else going to shit.
Better figure out something pretty fast, though, because itâs not like thereâs much choice. Which makes me even madder about all of it.
Also, looking at the embassy site, under required documents:
Evidence of U.S. Citizenship â Such evidence may include but is not limited to: U.S. birth or naturalization certificate, Report of Birth Abroad or an expired U.S. passport.
Valid, government issued photo I.D.(such as a U.S. or foreign passport, drivers licence or military I.D)
Which of course I do not have now. The only photo ID I’ve had for years was the passport. Last time I had to get a replacement (another concern, with it being a repeat request), I still had a valid Virginia driver’s license–though I don’t recall them wanting to see other photo ID then. That was in 2008, though.
(For most purposes here, you’re still OK without any.)
What I do have: Two expired passports (including the temporary one from before đ) and my birth certificate, etc. Hopefully that will be enough to satisfy them. As unsympathetic as I do tend to come across, especially when I’m doing “highly stressed autistic person”.
Not much I can do about any of that, either ÂŻ_(ă)_/ÂŻ
(What probably should be) minor freakout time again.
I got a letter ftom HSBC oh-so-helpfully requiring me to resubmit multiple forms of ID to them. Given the fact that it is apparently selective and the timing, I have my suspicions that it may indeed be related to the âhostile environmentâ garbageâif a bit sneakier than I would have expected. If nothing else, it may be a preliminary weeding step.
[New sections 40A to 40H of the Immigration Act 2014 (inserted via Schedule 7 of the Immigration Act 2016) will require banks and building societies to make checks on existing account holders if requested to do so by a specified body, and to notify the Secretary of State if the person may be a âdisqualified personâ (basically, an irregular migrant).]
My status should be totally âregularââŠand surely they never foul anything up. *hollow laughter*
Anyway, of course theyâre requiring valid photo ID. Which of course I do not have access to right now. Guess I had better figure out a way to manage an embassy appointment to get a replacement passport sooner than later, never mind my health situation keeping me from doing it already.
Hell, Iâm already not looking forward to trying to get to Snappy Snaps for US regulation passport photosâand thatâs right in town. Iâve just been that close to housebound for over a year now.
Iâm too stressed to check for the deadline right now, but I would not be surprised if itâs more hassle dealing with them, with it probably taking longer to get the passport.
(Even more pissed off right now about the DVLA losing my passport. Otherwise I would probably have both that and a driving license to choose from for the damned bank đ )
I mean, I have been stressing over not having that for a while now. I really need a passport. But there have been legitimate problems with trying to remedy the situation. Having to keep telling myself that right now.
Hopefully it will be doable with cabs as close to door to door as possible. Mr. C will voluntarily hump luggage all the way through public transport to avoid taking a cab to/from the airport, and I really hope it wonât take much explaining why (a) that is just not going to work, and (b) I donât feel safe handling the trip alone now even with more suitable transportation. Just not much patience, and hopefully there wonât be any static about it.
I cannot reasonably function with the good old cash under the mattress approach if they block my accounts. (Even assuming his arenât nextâŠ) And I obviously canât change banks now. That wouldnât have worked without a valid passport, even before the government decided to get this nasty.
Not a lot of good options here. And this is just too much on top of pretty much everything else going to shit.
Better figure out something pretty fast, though, because itâs not like thereâs much choice. Which makes me even madder about all of it.
I really do not need to get started right now. But, I do have to say that it doesn’t even seem ironic so much as predictable that I am now on the route to losing sight too. Largely thanks to accessibility problems complicated by already having lost enough hearing.
Ranting really doesn’t fix anything, and I have work to get done.
Reminded by getting aggravated again at a neglected (known) problem causing the hearing loss to begin with, at least one complicating factor does seem to be much better now. *fingers crossed*
Noticing how closely linked Horrible Molar and that ear acting up seemed to be for years, I was certainly hoping. But, finally getting that chronic dental infection cleared up has indeed done away with most of the ear flares too! đ
(So far, at least. Almost hesitate to say anything still.)
It makes total sense with the anatomy that the recurring inflammation from that damned tooth might well keep blocking off the eustachian tube in the same area. I figure that’s probably exactly what was happening, on top of the existing issues there. And they were certainly quick enough before to blame the ear thing on supposed stress-related TMJ problems. (Not what was going on either, but jaws and ears right next to them.)
And no wonder it got so much worse, with the dental shit going into full meltdown.
But yeah, since getting the residual infection knocked back (way too long) after the tooth was finally dealt with? No more eardrum ruptures, the kind of pain you might expect if that’s happening, listing to one side/staggering around like I’m drunk, general vertigo fun, or all the rest of that loveliness. One of the reasons I gave in and started using a cane, btw, that was happening often enough.
Not expecting that to totally fix the eustachian tube garbage, but it has been a big improvement so far. I’m very glad.
But, I’m also extra irritated that two neglected obvious health problems ever had a chance to gang up like that, with nobody in a position to do anything about it seeming bothered at all. That filling was seriously botched and should have been root canaled in like 1992, with the ear BS already going for at least 10 years at that point đ”
(Not even going into the continuing accessibility problems just around not hearing worth a damn, and trying to get appropriate treatment for other things. But, talk about snowballing hassles over things someone cannot help which shouldn’t exist at all.)
Reminded again with that last reblog and my tag commentary, it’s really no wonder that there were zero wheelchair users (and not many other obviously disabled students) the whole time I went through Toxic School System.
Sure, it was a relatively small system, with maybe 100-120 students per class year when I was there. But, as an indication, out of 600-odd people in the middle/HS complex at any given time? I remember one blind person and one with Down Syndrome, besides the handful of recognized LD/“emotionally disturbed” kids stuck in their segregated special ed classes for at least part of the day.
(Including one of my cousins. My mom wouldn’t let them park me in there in elementary school, which may have been motivated by weird-ass denial but I am still pretty glad. Everything I saw and heard was that bad.)
Anybody who could at all–and cared–took their kids to the neighboring county, which actually tried for some accessibility and useful services even before the ADA. I ended up transferring there for reasons I didn’t think were related at the time, and was struck even then by how many disabled kids I had not been encountering in school before.
While AFAIK, people who can’t get up the stairs may still be out of luck at Toxic College Town HS. That was the case years after the ADA went into effect. (But where’s the problem if you’ve already run off all the students with longer-term mobility problems, right? đ©)
When a system just dgaf about blatantly obvious barriers like that, well…
Ugly laughing too hard at this version of how UK immigration works.
While you’re living in that council house after showing up so cheaply and easily, because the system loves immigrants that much, you may as well try to get on JSA or disability benefits too! *snerk*
Variation on an unfortunately common set of ideas, yeah. I just got extra crap amused at that example, as someone who had to look into the options extensively, coming from the US. (I.e., outside the EU and Commonwealth, and really not wanted.) Not falling into the “highly skilled worker” category, my best option was to get married to satisfy the Home Office, when neither one of us had ever planned on it.
(And the legal position then was already much better as the family member of an EEA citizen than if my partner had been British. Even before they instituted the minimum income requirement for spouses/kids of British citizens to live here.)
All of that was coming up on 15 years ago, before the system tightened up even more. Much less fell into the current mess, where they’re actively trying to run off established immigrants.
So easy, all you lazy whiners… đđ”
I mean, there are a lot of things other people do that I may never understand. And more than a few that I don’t much like.
But, the vast majority of the time, is this any of my legitimate concern? No, it really really is not unless it’s actively harming somebody. I don’t need to understand or like what anybody else is doing. It’s their business. Sticking my nose in would cause problems where none existed before. Would I appreciate the same treatment? Right.
Seems like a simple enough idea, but obviously not everyone is down with that đ©
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