Needless to say, my health is somewhat like our federal "government". It always teeters on the edge of total disaster.
My doctor always tells me: "Alan, it's time to start thinking about going on disability. You can't keep keep gambling with your health."
My answer to that: "You can Kevorkian me first, doc."
I've never actually looked into it, but according to my doctor, I have a very a good case and I wouldn't have any problem getting disability. My darling wife thinks it would be a good idea. When I step off a curb the wrong way or I start to see double because my sugar is higher than the national debt, I often ask myself, "Why are you putting up with this crap ?" (Believe me, I'm no hero. I whine and whine. When I'm done whining, I complain bitterly.)
The answer is simple: I have pride in myself. How on God's green and not to metion cooling earth could I possibly live with myself knowing that the money I'm living off of was stolen from some poor working slob working 80 hours a week just to send his kid to college ? How could I live with myself knowing that the money I'm living off of should be going to a 19 year old Marine who returned from Afghanistan without legs ? I'd rather be a bloated diabetic corpse than have any of that stuff on my conscience.
I'm not looking for any "attaboy"s and I think it's worth repeating that I don't think of myself as any sort of hero. I simply live by this credo:
Yes, I will.