My Days at Work

I was at work.  And it’s a great place.  I’d like to say just one thing: I’ll be writing something else later.  At the moment, I am worried about a few things: psych test results, my cholesterol levels, etc.  Great.  It’s like this: you always hear the doc tell you that you need to treat the high cholesterol, but there’s something else. Medications are not always appropriate for young women of my age, so I always hear the advertisements say the same thing, “Not appropriate for women who are nursing, pregnant, or may become pregnant.” The psych test has to be the best, of course, but hopefully I can stay here. This test could determine the end of my natural life as a free person living in the United States. As far as I know, there are a lot of people who are isolated and so on who can’t talk to any disabled person living outside of Florida or their state of residence. That sucks.
At work, however, things aren’t so bad. My supervisor is amazing. Her son is adorable, and she is super tall. She has a really loud laugh, but I must say, I love the way she walks on thin air. Just kidding. Maybe not walk on air, but she walks on water, and she has a way of doing things that make you think. I’m now doing practice exams for the Comp TIA A Plus exam, and uh oh. I’m not scoring well at all. Somebody help me! I want to take a course in the A Plus Exam Prep so I can possibly get an IT job, but there has to be one open for blind individuals with no experience. Not a lot of blind folks have experience in work, and the shifts are not compatible with transit. I want an employer who will work with me, and that will allow me to use public or private transit given the times that are available and the fact that I’m a woman should be obvious. I don’t want to travel past six p.m. at night no matter the daylight savings issue. I have an issue being a woman and traveling at night, late at night. I’d rather tell you this right now: I don’t want to be pregnant and raped like that at night.
I’ve heard people talk about being pregnant as a result of rape, and strangers will look for both a victim and an opportunity. As a lady, I don’t want to be the opportunity or the victim of a crime. I personally don’t want to have to spend millions of dollars on baby items right now, and millions more if the baby has Autism or special needs. As a result of the medications I’m on, baby could be in bad condition. Neural tube defects are a side effect of the medication I’m on. That is a bad idea for Baby and me.
Blake would need to keep off until we get the meds straightened out, but I don’t want to use contraception if we marry. It would mean that Blake and I are preventing a possible life from entering the womb, and that according to Catholics, is bad. I’m not Catholic as I had been for 23 years, but there is a Christian tradition there still in me. A Muslim can’t use contraception either, but they have no consideration for women who are blind and don’t trust anybody. I don’t trust men, I only trust God. God has found me a proper man, and that man is Blake, at least I hope so.
I’m going to write two letters in the Blog about two different people. I should say that one is for Niki, an old friend of mine who recently emailed a friend of mine, RJ. Niki was told she could not speak to RJ or anyone who doesn’t know her in person. She went so far as to delete me, Blake, and RJ. Her guardians are abusive, isolating her. I think NASGA should help. I’m not kidding. The guardians who had Niki for the longest are not good to her as guardians often aren’t. The guardianship of Niki Wunderlink is a common thing, a whirlpool she can’t get out of. See next two posts. One other post I will write is for Justina Pelletier, and she needs the love of God to get her out of the abusive state home she’s in. The wild child, Jeanie, is also a victim of abuse by guardians or the state where she resides.

Author: denverqueen

My name is Beth. I'm blind from birth and enjoy the blogging atmosphere. I am a creative person, a musician, a writer, etc. This is me. Take it or leave it.

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