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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – I’ve missed you good folk and I’m sorry I haven’t been about. But this past week or so has sucked majestically. <snip Last night after having the job yanked from under my nose, the cats were all over me. They seem to know when Mama feels like hell. Brandy sat on me and purred like a little diesel engine. Stosh lay by my feet, and Roxie and Odessa kept coming to look in on me. I thank God for them. They’re not capable of the bullshit that human beings heap upon one another. Blessed be, Baha Three thousand years ago, cats were deified in ancient Egypt. To this day, they have not forgotten.

I’m so sorry to read about your problems. Sadly identity theft is getting more common. Purrs that your life gets better very soon. — Adrian (Owned by Snoopy & Bagheera) A house is not a home, without a cat.

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I’m so sorry to hear you had such a bad week. We are thinking of you, sending lots of purrs and hugs just for you, plus best wishes for things to start getting much better right away, — Polonca & Soncek

– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – I’ve missed you good folk and I’m sorry I haven’t been about. But this past week or so has sucked majestically. We discovered last week that some filthbag had stolen our debit card numbers and started hosing both our accounts. It’s been a fiasco. <snip

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Sorry for not quoting. Of course you can rant. Having you card numbers stolen sux. As far as being fired due to disability. That is illegal! Under the American’s with Disability Act of 1990, they are obligated to accomodate you. Find out where your nearest Center For Independent Living they can make suggestions on what to do. Suz

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I’ve missed you good folk and I’m sorry I haven’t been about. But this past week or so has sucked majestically. CY: Sorry to hear that. We discovered last week that some filthbag had stolen our debit card numbers and started hosing both our accounts. It’s been a fiasco. CY: I can imagine that makes life dificult. Can’t do much without money. We’ve had to shut down every scrap of plastic in the house, spend hours on the phone with the credit bureaus to flag us (because the money has been going to an overseas company that presses shady credit cards for any fool desperate enough to pay the activation fee) CY: Well, gee, spend someone else’s stolen money to get another card? Sounds like someething crooks would do. and with our banks, not to mention the local police and FBI. In short, my identity is floating around out there somewhere, CY: That’s no good. YOu feeling disembodied? and some five-hundred pound, unwashed man is calling himself Elizabeth and ordering foreign porn featuring teenagers. CY: You always were good with mental imaging. I am getting visions of the 500 pound man…. The cards will be replaced with new numbers, but that will take a bit of time, and for the moment just going to the store is a nightmare. We went to get groceries Saturday night and it took almost an hour to get approved to cash a check. I remember when you could write one right at the counter, no problem. Now? 17 forms of ID, a police check, character references from your great-aunt in Boise, a letter from your priest-rabbi-imam-highpriestessofDiana. CY: And a shoppers card? We ended up very late for Joycie’s birthday party (out of nursing home, responding very well to radiation, tumor shrunk, good news in all this mess.) CY: That sounds like progress, to me. Well, for Joycie that is. Sounds like you’re still deep in the mud. On top of this, my work has asked me to get an evaluation for what was thought to be dyslexia. I’d been having trouble following certain instructions, getting all bollixed up when I had to do a multistep task for a customer’s account. It’s not dyslexia. I’ve had ADHD all this time, and on top of it I’ve just learned that I have a learning disability known as cognitive memory dysfunction. The sympoms tend to overlap with those of dyslexia. CY: Wow, and it went undiagnosed all this time? The bank is ready to toss me out on my @r$e. I’ve been put on Strattera as a trial for the ADHD, but little can be done about the other stuff. I’ve just lost an opportunity to advance because of this damnable thing, which has been disclosed to the company, the schmucks. CY: Oh, those wonderful disclosure statements? I’m thinking of giving them a bill. Even with the insurance, my money would be beter spent on catnip for the babies and a nice, expensive lipstick for their hardworking mama. My psychiatrist is having kittens himself. My bipolar/OCD is a bastard to treat as it is, and throwing ADHD in the mix is a recipe for disaster. He and I are both concerned about me remaining employable. Now more than ever. CY: Wow, might have to figure otu something creative? Want some ideas? Last night after having the job yanked from under my nose, the cats were all over me. They seem to know when Mama feels like hell. Brandy sat on me and purred like a little diesel engine. Stosh lay by my feet, and Roxie and Odessa kept coming to look in on me. I thank God for them. They’re not capable of the bullshit that human beings heap upon one another. CY: KNow that feeling! Blessed be, Baha — Three thousand years ago, cats were deified in ancient Egypt. To this day, they have not forgotten.

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I go around with my bank on this one every so often.  I have an ATM card.  I do not have and do not want a debit card.  I do not need some schmuck screwing around in my checking account.  Even innocent (maybe) mistakes can be a royal PITA. Problem is, the banks want to go paperless. Some actually charge for using checks now. Their goal is, I believe, to phase out paper in the next 5 years. One of these days there will be no choice.

My parents want their checks back.  Their bank said they would charge them for getting the actual checks.  My dad raised h*** with them about that and he gets his checks.  He doesn’t have a computer so he could only take their word for it on what checks have cleared and what haven’t.  My bank doesn’t give me my checks back anymore and charges me $5 a copy; as a result I rarely write paper checks and do my banking and bill pay online.  But what is a person without a computer to do?!  Dad is 80 years old – he’s not about to figure out how to use a computer. Jill

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– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – I’ve missed you good folk and I’m sorry I haven’t been about. But this past week or so has sucked majestically. We discovered last week that some filthbag had stolen our debit card numbers and started hosing both our accounts. It’s been a fiasco. We’ve had to shut down every scrap of plastic in the house, spend hours on the phone with the credit bureaus to flag us (because the money has been going to an overseas company that presses shady credit cards for any fool desperate enough to pay the activation fee) and with our banks, not to mention the local police and FBI. [...] Last night after having the job yanked from under my nose, the cats were all over me. They seem to know when Mama feels like hell. Brandy sat on me and purred like a little diesel engine. Stosh lay by my feet, and Roxie and Odessa kept coming to look in on me. I thank God for them. They’re not capable of the bullshit that human beings heap upon one another.

Purrs for a speedy resolution to the identity theft. It’s good that you have your kitties to comfort you.

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I’ve missed you good folk and I’m sorry I haven’t been about. But this past week or so has sucked majestically.

{{{Baha}}} We’re so very sorry that life is kicking you around right now.  The five furkids are sending purrs and gentle headbutts and I’m sending hugs that things get better soon.  Rant all you want here, we’re always willing to listen and send purrs. Julie, Hobbes, Selena, Lacey, Sam and Barnabus

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… the cats were all over me. They seem to know when Mama feels like hell. Brandy sat on me and purred like a little diesel engine. Stosh lay by my feet, and Roxie and Odessa kept coming to look in on me. I thank God for them. They’re not capable of the bullshit that human beings heap upon one another.

Purrs for things to improve.  Kitties always seem to know, don’t they, when we need some ‘up close and personal’ purrs.  Give them all a skritch for me. Regards and Purrs, O J

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[...] Last night after having the job yanked from under my nose, the cats were all over me. They seem to know when Mama feels like hell.

[...] That really stinks about the identity theft.  Many purrs also for the rest of your troubles. May it get better soon! — Cheryl

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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – On top of this, my work has asked me to get an evaluation for what was thought to be dyslexia. I’d been having trouble following certain instructions, getting all bollixed up when I had to do a multistep task for a customer’s account. It’s not dyslexia. I’ve had ADHD all this time, and on top of it I’ve just learned that I have a learning disability known as cognitive memory dysfunction. The sympoms tend to overlap with those of dyslexia. The bank is ready to toss me out on my @r$e. I’ve been put on Strattera as a trial for the ADHD, but little can be done about the other stuff. I’ve just lost an opportunity to advance because of this damnable thing, which has been disclosed to the company, the schmucks. I’m thinking of giving them a bill. Even with the insurance, my money would be beter spent on catnip for the babies and a nice, expensive lipstick for their hardworking mama. My psychiatrist is having kittens himself. My bipolar/OCD is a bastard to treat as it is, and throwing ADHD in the mix is a recipe for disaster. He and I are both concerned about me remaining employable. Now more than ever.

Purrs, sympathy and making it right thoughts and wishes for you and your tribulations.  Mandy also has cognitive memory dysfunction, but it’s easier to explain it to others as visual dyslexia.  It tends to go hand in hand with ADHD and ADD.  Mandy received "speech" therapy for it and can now do as many as three simple demands without losing it. I don’t know about medications for it, I hope yours help you out without messing up your bipolar/OCD treatments as well.  Thanks Bast for cats to soothe the pain away. Pam, Rob, and the Fayetteville Five + Calvin, Sonya, and Speedy the d-thing

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– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – I’ve missed you good folk and I’m sorry I haven’t been about. But this past week or so has sucked majestically. On top of this, my work has asked me to get an evaluation for what was thought to be dyslexia. I’d been having trouble following certain instructions, getting all bollixed up when I had to do a multistep task for a customer’s account. It’s not dyslexia. I’ve had ADHD all this time, and on top of it I’ve just learned that I have a learning disability known as cognitive memory dysfunction. The sympoms tend to overlap with those of dyslexia. The bank is ready to toss me out on my @r$e. I’ve been put on Strattera as a trial for the ADHD, but little can be done about the other stuff. I’ve just lost an opportunity to advance because of this damnable thing, which has been disclosed to the company, the schmucks. I’m thinking of giving them a bill. Even with the insurance, my money would be beter spent on catnip for the babies and a nice, expensive lipstick for their hardworking mama. My psychiatrist is having kittens himself. My bipolar/OCD is a bastard to treat as it is, and throwing ADHD in the mix is a recipe for disaster. He and I are both concerned about me remaining employable. Now more than ever. Last night after having the job yanked from under my nose, the cats were all over me. They seem to know when Mama feels like hell. Brandy sat on me and purred like a little diesel engine. Stosh lay by my feet, and Roxie and Odessa kept coming to look in on me. I thank God for them. They’re not capable of the bullshit that human beings heap upon one another.

Why is it that even blessings are sometimes delivered with so much excess baggage?  It sounds like being away from that job will be a good thing, other than the loss of income.  And when things are off, a proper diagnosis is truly a blessing.  As for how it was handled, it sure sounds like you should qualify for at least some temporary disability rather than unemployment (the former isn’t taxable) and maybe some compensation for the way it was all processed. I know you don’t know what you are going to do next.  But I’m sure it will be a good thing.  A way to be that you can be at peace with yourself and the world around you. Jo

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I go around with my bank on this one every so often.  I have an ATM card.  I do not have and do not want a debit card.  I do not need some schmuck screwing around in my checking account.  Even innocent (maybe) mistakes can be a royal PITA.

Problem is, the banks want to go paperless. Some actually charge for using checks now. Their goal is, I believe, to phase out paper in the next 5 years. One of these days there will be no choice.

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Hi Baha I’m so sorry about this whole mess. I hope it all gets straightened out soon. I agree w/Jo that you should be able to get Temporary Disability, unless & until your psych. determines that you are unemployable. Then you should be able to get permanent disability. There’s a person at work here who is applying for temp. disability on the basis of mental helth, so why not a diagnosed disability? And I have a friend who is on perm. disability for a mental health diagnosis.

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Hi Baha I’m so sorry about this whole mess. I hope it all gets straightened out soon. I agree w/Jo that you should be able to get Temporary Disability, unless & until your psych. determines that you are unemployable. Then you should be able to get permanent disability. There’s a person at work here who is applying for temp. disability on the basis of mental helth, so why not a diagnosed disability? And I have a friend who is on perm. disability for a mental health diagnosis.

I agree with what you said. Jill

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– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -I’ve missed you good folk and I’m sorry I haven’t been about. But this past week or so has sucked majestically. We discovered last week that some filthbag had stolen our debit card numbers and started hosing both our accounts. It’s been a fiasco. We’ve had to shut down every scrap of plastic in the house, spend hours on the phone with the credit bureaus to flag us (because the money has been going to an overseas company that presses shady credit cards for any fool desperate enough to pay the activation fee) and with our banks, not to mention the local police and FBI. In short, my identity is floating around out there somewhere, and some five-hundred pound, unwashed man is calling himself Elizabeth and ordering foreign porn featuring teenagers. The cards will be replaced with new numbers, but that will take a bit of time, and for the moment just going to the store is a nightmare. We went to get groceries Saturday night and it took almost an hour to get approved to cash a check. I remember when you could write one right at the counter, no problem. Now? 17 forms of ID, a police check, character references from your great-aunt in Boise, a letter from your priest-rabbi-imam-highpriestessofDiana. We ended up very late for Joycie’s birthday party (out of nursing home, responding very well to radiation, tumor shrunk, good news in all this mess.) On top of this, my work has asked me to get an evaluation for what was thought to be dyslexia. I’d been having trouble following certain instructions, getting all bollixed up when I had to do a multistep task for a customer’s account. It’s not dyslexia. I’ve had ADHD all this time, and on top of it I’ve just learned that I have a learning disability known as cognitive memory dysfunction. The sympoms tend to overlap with those of dyslexia. The bank is ready to toss me out on my @r$e. I’ve been put on Strattera as a trial for the ADHD, but little can be done about the other stuff. I’ve just lost an opportunity to advance because of this damnable thing, which has been disclosed to the company, the schmucks. I’m thinking of giving them a bill. Even with the insurance, my money would be beter spent on catnip for the babies and a nice, expensive lipstick for their hardworking mama. My psychiatrist is having kittens himself. My bipolar/OCD is a bastard to treat as it is, and throwing ADHD in the mix is a recipe for disaster. He and I are both concerned about me remaining employable. Now more than ever. Last night after having the job yanked from under my nose, the cats were all over me. They seem to know when Mama feels like hell. Brandy sat on me and purred like a little diesel engine. Stosh lay by my feet, and Roxie and Odessa kept coming to look in on me. I thank God for them. They’re not capable of the bullshit that human beings heap upon one another. Blessed be, Baha

{{{{Baha}}}}} I am so sorry you are going through all this.  May better times be directly ahead! Ginger-lyn Home Pages:   http://www.spiritrealm.com/summer/   http://www.angelfire.com/folk/glsummer (homepage & cats)   http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~summer/index.htm (genealogy)   http://www.i-love-cats.com/meow/glsummer/ (The Violence Against                                              Animals in Movies Website)

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Big Hugs Baha – you sure need them. {{{{HUGS}}}} I’ve lost your email about what we discussed re.AP. Could you send it to me again? Purrs for good things to happen. Helen M

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yodeled: <Big snip Dear Baha, big ol’ purrs to clear away all the BS.   Theresa Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com

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On 2005-03-01, Singh penned: I’ve missed you good folk and I’m sorry I haven’t been about. But this past week or so has sucked majestically.

It sure sounds like it did.  What a nasty time for you. [snip stuff about identity theft] God, I hate that crap!  I’ve had two incidents, one being an eight dollar charge that the company returned when I called and said, "Yo, I didn’t order anything from you" (I suspect they have a list of CCs, charge every one of them $8 and wait to see if anyone notices.)  The second time, I found a $3K charge from Hong Kong and called my credit union immediately.  They locked down the card.  Apparently the first charge was just a test; a few days later the same organization tried to charge me $17K! With all of this, I’m pretty paranoid about my finances.  I check my credit card and bank balance online every few days.  (That’s how I caught the $3K charge before they tried the bigger one.)  My bank also issues Visa check cards by default, and I traded mine in for a pure ATM card.  I figure even if it’s stolen, it can’t be used as a debit or credit card this way. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – On top of this, my work has asked me to get an evaluation for what was thought to be dyslexia. I’d been having trouble following certain instructions, getting all bollixed up when I had to do a multistep task for a customer’s account. It’s not dyslexia. I’ve had ADHD all this time, and on top of it I’ve just learned that I have a learning disability known as cognitive memory dysfunction. The sympoms tend to overlap with those of dyslexia. The bank is ready to toss me out on my @r$e. I’ve been put on Strattera as a trial for the ADHD, but little can be done about the other stuff. I’ve just lost an opportunity to advance because of this damnable thing, which has been disclosed to the company, the schmucks. I’m thinking of giving them a bill. Even with the insurance, my money would be beter spent on catnip for the babies and a nice, expensive lipstick for their hardworking mama. My psychiatrist is having kittens himself. My bipolar/OCD is a bastard to treat as it is, and throwing ADHD in the mix is a recipe for disaster. He and I are both concerned about me remaining employable. Now more than ever.

I’m confused.  Is it even legal to fire someone or refuse them a promotion based on an illness?  I guess you can’t prove that it’s for that reason. Still, yuck! Last night after having the job yanked from under my nose, the cats were all over me. They seem to know when Mama feels like hell. Brandy sat on me and purred like a little diesel engine. Stosh lay by my feet, and Roxie and Odessa kept coming to look in on me. I thank God for them. They’re not capable of the bullshit that human beings heap upon one another.

Good kitties =) — monique, who spoils Oscar unmercifully pictures: http://www.bounceswoosh.org/rpca

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SNIP Last night after having the job yanked from under my nose, the cats were all over me. They seem to know when Mama feels like hell. Brandy sat on me and purred like a little diesel engine. Stosh lay by my feet, and Roxie and Odessa kept coming to look in on me. I thank God for them. They’re not capable of the bullshit that human beings heap upon one another. Blessed be, Baha — Three thousand years ago, cats were deified in ancient Egypt. To this day, they have not forgotten.

Big hugs, Singh.  Any one of the things you describe would be enough to ruin anybody’s week all by themselves. But all of them at once…oy!  I hope things look up, soon.   Thank goodness for cats, they’re a great comfort. I’m convinced they do pick up on human emotions, even if they understand the reasons for those feelings.  They just know that Mama needs some comfort and companionship and apply themselves to the task. Melissa

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– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – I’ve missed you good folk and I’m sorry I haven’t been about. But this past week or so has sucked majestically. We discovered last week that some filthbag had stolen our debit card numbers and started hosing both our accounts. It’s been a fiasco. We’ve had to shut down every scrap of plastic in the house, spend hours on the phone with the credit bureaus to flag us (because the money has been going to an overseas company that presses shady credit cards for any fool desperate enough to pay the activation fee) and with our banks, not to mention the local police and FBI. In short, my identity is floating around out there somewhere, and some five-hundred pound, unwashed man is calling himself Elizabeth and ordering foreign porn featuring teenagers. The cards will be replaced with new numbers, but that will take a bit of time, and for the moment just going to the store is a nightmare. We went to get groceries Saturday night and it took almost an hour to get approved to cash a check. I remember when you could write one right at the counter, no problem. Now? 17 forms of ID, a police check, character references from your great-aunt in Boise, a letter from your priest-rabbi-imam-highpriestessofDiana. We ended up very late for Joycie’s birthday party (out of nursing home, responding very well to radiation, tumor shrunk, good news in all this mess.)

I go around with my bank on this one every so often.  I have an ATM card.  I do not have and do not want a debit card.  I do not need some schmuck screwing around in my checking account.  Even innocent (maybe) mistakes can be a royal PITA.  Such as when my daughter and a friend went out and rather than swiping each of their cards, they ran Tara’s twice.  Its easier to close a credit card account that gets fouled up and open a different one. So sorry you are getting run through this particular mill and hope it settles down soon. Wonderful news about Joyce.  Give her an extra hug from me OK? Jo

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I’m so sorry to hear about all your troubles. We’re sending lots of purrs for things to sort out quickly and for your treatment to help you improve soon. — Victor M. Martinez Owned and operated by the Fantastic Seven (TM)

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Wow, that’s one helluvatime! Purrs that everything improves PDQ Gordon & the TT – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – I’ve missed you good folk and I’m sorry I haven’t been about. But this past week or so has sucked majestically.

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I’ve missed you good folk and I’m sorry I haven’t been about. But this past week or so has sucked majestically. We discovered last week that some filthbag had stolen our debit card numbers and started hosing both our accounts. It’s been a fiasco. Blessed be, Baha

Oh man, that just bites!  I hope this filth doesn’t have your Social Security Number(s), too!  I know of a poster on another ng who is going through something similar – someone bought a car in his name, wrecked it… you know where this is going.  Same kinda crap you’re dealing with.  Hope they catch all these identity-theft scumbags soon. Jill

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I’ve missed you good folk and I’m sorry I haven’t been about. But this past week or so has sucked majestically.

No kidding!  I’m so sorry to hear about all that.  I have ADHD and dyslexia along with a touch of OCD, so I know a bit about what you’re going through. I finally had to just look for the positive in all this – I’m a perfectionist who has the energy to keep at it until I’m satisfied with the outcome, and I’m a great multi-tasker (I *HAVE* to multi-task since I can’t keep focused on just one thing at a time). I hope you get your credit cards straightened out in short order – living without plastic is almost impossible now-a-days! Mega purrs on the way!!! Hugs, CatNipped

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I’ve missed you good folk and I’m sorry I haven’t been about. But this past week or so has sucked majestically. We discovered last week that some filthbag had stolen our debit card numbers and started hosing both our accounts. It’s been a fiasco. We’ve had to shut down every scrap of plastic in the house, spend hours on the phone with the credit bureaus to flag us (because the money has been going to an overseas company that presses shady credit cards for any fool desperate enough to pay the activation fee) and with our banks, not to mention the local police and FBI. In short, my identity is floating around out there somewhere, and some five-hundred pound, unwashed man is calling himself Elizabeth and ordering foreign porn featuring teenagers. The cards will be replaced with new numbers, but that will take a bit of time, and for the moment just going to the store is a nightmare. We went to get groceries Saturday night and it took almost an hour to get approved to cash a check. I remember when you could write one right at the counter, no problem. Now? 17 forms of ID, a police check, character references from your great-aunt in Boise, a letter from your priest-rabbi-imam-highpriestessofDiana. We ended up very late for Joycie’s birthday party (out of nursing home, responding very well to radiation, tumor shrunk, good news in all this mess.) On top of this, my work has asked me to get an evaluation for what was thought to be dyslexia. I’d been having trouble following certain instructions, getting all bollixed up when I had to do a multistep task for a customer’s account. It’s not dyslexia. I’ve had ADHD all this time, and on top of it I’ve just learned that I have a learning disability known as cognitive memory dysfunction. The sympoms tend to overlap with those of dyslexia. The bank is ready to toss me out on my @r$e. I’ve been put on Strattera as a trial for the ADHD, but little can be done about the other stuff. I’ve just lost an opportunity to advance because of this damnable thing, which has been disclosed to the company, the schmucks. I’m thinking of giving them a bill. Even with the insurance, my money would be beter spent on catnip for the babies and a nice, expensive lipstick for their hardworking mama. My psychiatrist is having kittens himself. My bipolar/OCD is a bastard to treat as it is, and throwing ADHD in the mix is a recipe for disaster. He and I are both concerned about me remaining employable. Now more than ever. Last night after having the job yanked from under my nose, the cats were all over me. They seem to know when Mama feels like hell. Brandy sat on me and purred like a little diesel engine. Stosh lay by my feet, and Roxie and Odessa kept coming to look in on me. I thank God for them. They’re not capable of the bullshit that human beings heap upon one another. Blessed be, Baha — Three thousand years ago, cats were deified in ancient Egypt. To this day, they have not forgotten.

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