Insurance, who needs it? Well, frankly, me. My insurance is scheduled to end come November when I turn 26, there’s potential for me to stay on in indefinitely if I can prove that I am permanently disabled, which I am, technically. Although I lead a very ‘glamourous’ life, I am diagnosed with bipolar disorder as well as fibromyalgia. I even get the special parking that goes with it although I avoid actually using the parking if I can.

Part of staying on insurance means my doctor had to write a written report on me and submit it to the insurance company. I got a copy of that report today. Did anyone else know that chronic unemployment counts as a diagnosable disorder? I really appreciate that he wrote this report for me, and it goes in my favor that he wrote what he did, but a dose of the truth from someone I really respect the opinion of may be a bit more that I was ready to hear. Ok, no maybe about it.

He also pointed out how socially retarded I am, and that I’m fat. I need a life overhaul. I need to loose weight, as for the social stuff….I’m happy with the way my social life is. I see Kelly a few times a month and I have my mom to talk to, although I know this doesn’t seem like much, I like it and it makes me happy.

I am taking belly dancing classes and that is about as gutsy and I want to get, this coming from a white girl with no rhythm is pretty damn ballsy in my opinion. I really suck at it, no grace whatsoever, but it’s good for me, and maybe I’ll make some friends doing it. I’m quitting weight watchers, it’s just gotten beyond pointless lately to be a member, I’m not really following the points system and I never use the online tools. Anyway, I never really built any relationships doing it, so I’m done with it.