Lugnutz

A great story. I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. The last chapter closes things up. It was at the end.

Hence the name Rob.

Labs are a walking stomach.

And it stalled at chapter 20. 🙁 There is a lot more to go.

He seemed to be the native American expert. I keep going back to it.

An update since it's been a while. I lost my apartment and I haven't worked in the last 4 years and was not able to work. I was diagnosed with MS January 2015. But was eventually glad for it. It answered a lot of questions. I finally lost my apartment mid-november and moved in with my cousin. I'm living with a friend and have been since New Years this year. I lost my place at my cousins home but that didn't work and only lasted a month before getting kicked out. It was kind of expected but didn't know the when bit. I'm getting around with a couple canes in my inventory and a

I was diagnosed as a threat from my brothers ultimately that if I didn't do something, there would be nothing left to rebuild. That suited me fine at that point. I was getting worse walking and holding on to things to get around the apartment and I had no answers for it. January 13 2015 Tuesday I was finally brought to the emergency room in Zeeland for initial testing and then ultimately later that day I was transferred to Butterworth Hospital in Grand Rapids MI for a more in-depth look though. My vitamin D was non existent it ended up being that and I was told that I was going thru a rel

He seems to know D'artagon going by his story. I'm in process of reading it for the first time.

An update for you from where I'm at currently. My landlords are God-like and can do no wrong according to me. I got a care package from them today and the whole family was here to celebrate. I'm leaving everything wrapped until Christmas because it would be a crime to open them sooner. I'm very patient and can wait. And I'm going nowhere and am here for life. This is the most secure I've been in a long time. It feels good. I'm rooted and comfortable. Help is only a phone call away. Finances are tight but things work out. I get limited help which I'm eternally grateful for. I wo

What to mention this time? It always comes down to money or the lack of same. The state decided to cut it's funding to help me. This means that I'll have zero income as of January 2017 even if I got only $200.00 per month before, it helped cover bills. This came to be because I am no longer with MRS (Michigan Rehabilitation Services) and they decided to stop my help there. This is what happens when you're honest. I got it to see if there was anything I could do reliably and ended up failing miserably in the end. I checked out several driving jobs this side of the state but never go

There is a reason I don't advertise the donors address like I've seen on others pages. Most want to do this anonymously and never told me any different, only I know. To those who have helped me for a year now, I couldn't have done it without you. Problem is, disability is taking their sweet time and the state doesn't help much. That's when I turn to my friends. Problem is, some of them are not in a much better position than my situation. There are a couple that continue to help. I owe you my literal living to you. I can sometimes squeak by with that. It's only for bills and rent. Rent has b

Indeed. You whetted our appetites now we want more.

To all, I am still alive and kicking. MS kicked my butt and cost me a job that I liked and was at for eight years. I would still be wrenching if this disease never took hold. Alas. This is my fate. I still want to work and be of use to people but my body won't allow it anymore. I can't even look after myself without help from the state. They provide limited help. Not near enough in my case. Thus far, disability is of zero help. I was denied twice by them. This should be cut and dry but every MS case is different and has different degrees of mobility. Some can work while others wish they could