I haven’t been very active in the blogging world, had my hands full offline. My husband got hurt on the job site December 3rd, and ever since we are living the Workman’s Comp nightmare, like so many before us.
I am gobsmacked – flabbergasted – disgusted – speechless – frustrated and these are just a couple of words that quickly come to mind. Learning, that the one insurance which is supposed to protect the worker actually works against him, is more than eye-opening. A flawed healthcare system at it’s best!
The job of the Workman’s Compensation Insurance is to keep a claim -any claim- as cheap as possible for the Employer and with that, they throw the injured worker in an emotional turmoil.
Protect the money! Shit on the little guy! Same old, same old!
We got a lawyer involved -just like THEY did. His surgery might happen at the beginning of April, or perhaps it won’t. He is already 60 years old, and they might try to push him out on temporary disability until his retirement -instead of repairing his damaged shoulder.
But he is only 60 years young, we will fight it all the way. He doesn’t want to sit on disability. He wants to work and be back to normal. Guess what? THEY do exist, not everybody milks the system when they are given the opportunity.
A few weeks ago, I came online and read through posts and one blogger shocked me quite a bit. She openly admitted she had been thinking about ending her life when one of her older dogs died. This post had red flags all over.
A cry for help, or a serious dose of self-pity, mixed with the desire to share a rather uninteresting life. Who knows? Depression and grief = The wish to commit suicide.
A ticking time bomb if you ask me.
I read the comments and felt bewilderment. People felt sorry for her and her loss (dog and her husband many years ago) yet nobody -not one blogger- stated the obvious. For Heaven’s sake, get help – Call the suicide hotline – See a doctor – Got to Therapy – Join grief counseling! Anything…something…but nothing. Just the same old BLABLA we are supposed to leave in the comment section because after all, the blogging rules and regulations have to be obeyed. Click “Like” and be friendly. Don’t critic and don’t dislike -and for Heaven’s sake don’t state the obvious!
I read a few more posts, glanced at pictures showing strangers in private situations with their privacy destroyed and -once again- felt sadness. All of it just to satisfy bloggers needs to post photographs. I hate it so much. I always hope nobody abuses moments in my life this way.
I went offline -still felt confused. Perhaps Lady Gaga is right, social media is the toilet of the internet. Blogging sure is a part of it. Am I? Yes, I suppose I am part of it -or have been.
I watched the news, listened to hearings, even endured the first American Autocrat’s voice for a very short while. I almost made it through the Oscars (by mistake) and I read a lot. We watched good movies, talked and talked some more. Life away from the keyboard is busy, it is more honest -even now at a time when we get our daily dose of lies by the truckload.
I smile a lot and laugh harder than ever. I stand up for my beliefs as I always have. My head is not in the clouds and not in the sand -it’s where it belongs, even so, it seems to be spinning now and then.
My husband is on light duty and working hard. I operate my workroom and teach students my craft. Our old dogs get ready for their -most likely- last spring and I am planning herbs and flowers in my head, and ignore the snow in the forecast.
I don’t belong online, that’s the conclusion I have come to. I will dream and fight, laugh and cry and will no longer continue to compromise what I stand for in real life.
I will keep The Happy Quitter online but it will be a Smoking blog only. The rest was just playful play in a strange online world!
A brilliant version of a song I always loved.