Introducing...me

Hiya! Chronically Unemployed here and I'm... well a lot of things, but for now I'll just introduce myself by telling you the story of how I became both unemployed and handicapped. It was the fall of 2006 (isn't that how all great stories start off?) and I had recently graduated from the University of Michigan. I was young, smart and having a great time. Great boyfriend, awesome friends, partying and overall living it up. Didn't have a job though, but I'd just graduated...that doesn't count...right? 


So anywho, my boyfriend had just shipped out to the Air Force, ON MY BIRTHDAY, and I was bummed, but it wasn't the end of the world. But then I caught a cold and it was a stinker too... two weeks after that, I woke up one morning and had the damnedest time getting out of bed. Literally, I could not get out of bed. Everything hurt and I couldn't support my body weight... a problem I hadn't experienced the before the previous night when I visited my sister. I just thought that pesky cold was getting the better of me... it wasn't.


So after debating going to the doctor, crawling around the house and self diagnosing myself with tons of illnesses including, but not limited to, kidney disease my aunt took my mom and I to the hospital where my mother had to practically carry me in. Next thing I know, I wake up delirious a couple days later in the I.C.U. with a tube down my throat and paralyzed from the chest down. 


From there... long recovery. Spent three months in the hospital. Oh speaking of that, that great guy I was dating, he wrote me and we talked on the telephone (after they took the trache out) and he came back to town on leave or whatever. Was in town at least a week and I saw him oh I think NEVER. So the last time I spoke to that creep was Valentines day 07'... he professed his love for me and blah blah blah. Eventually spoke to him again... I made him admit to me that he was cheating on me the whole time we were together anyway.


But I digress. Where was I? Long recovery? Yeah, long recovery and I'll tell you. I'd be nothing if it weren't first for my mom and sister and second my friends who didn't let my stay forever hidden in the house since I refused to be seen in public in a wheelchair. I'm getting teary all over again thinking about that time in my life and how grateful I am for the people I love being in my life.  


After a while I felt the need to work again, I was no longer in a wheelchair and I craved a little normalcy so I started job hunting again and after no after no after no (which you'll read more about later) I lucked up on a fantastic job. After a year I lost it and then after maybe another 8 months I got it back! Long story that... In that 8 months though I was... you guessed it. Unemployed. And again after 2 years with that fabulous company as of October 2009. 


So that's the unemployed and the handicapped. I'm in good shape compared to where I was. I have to wear these hideous ankle braces that muck up everything I wear, but as long as there's no heavy walking or standing I get around... better than the doctors who wrote me off thought I would and that's saying something considering the fact that they thought I was first not going to wake up, then gonna be brain damaged and let's not forget the doc that pretty much told me not to count on my walking again.


So for the 1 person who made it to the end of this rant, that's a bit of my story and thanks for making it to this point. If you're interested in the things I've said and may say in the future please subscribe. Wanna know something that wasn't clear in my story FEEL FREE TO ASK ME... WHY? WELL BECAUSE I'M UNEMPLOYED, HANDICAPPED AND HAVE NOTHING BETTER TO DO. ;-)


~Chronically Unemployed