Wednesday, September 25, 2024

The Crushing Continues

 



Life is now a trap for many. I feel one wrong step and off the cliff I'll go! A friend helped me out about two months ago. Around a week later, the govt sent me a notice, telling me that my disability check was going to be 400 dollars less than normal! If not for that friend's help, the lights probably would have been turned off. 

 We are trying to sell some ebay to pay this month's electric bill. I find what free stuff I can do, like the Senior Center art classes, and going to the library. Life worrying about money constantly is very hard. Why did we both have to become "throw-away" people? America is basically a dystopia now. This place for many of us is hell. 

Most poor people under the "think positive" mantras of America, hide their suffering, I talk about it at the risk of being called a loser.  My skin is rock hard now, it rolls off, call me a bum, I'm just trying to survive.

In real life, I do hide my poverty but now with my crumbling shoes and worsening health, that's getting harder and harder. This weekend we ran out of shampoo, trash-bags, and all groceries.  I had some canned beans left and foods that could cause kidney stones like some canned ravioli and frozen pork from a food pantry. I can't take kidney stone risks. He called a friend that brought us some groceries. She is a nice person. I will send her a small painting soon. It sucks though why are things like this that we are always in need?

Should we go live in our van? Well I'm not physically up to the rigors. Beg a friend to go live in their very small apartment? What do I do with my medical equipment that alone fills half a room? I wrote this long list of options for us to take. I told husband, we need to discuss these. We will keep the housing record clean staying here until the spring when the lease is up otherwise. We are too frozen. I'm more of a risk taker, I want to say "Dump it!" and flee.

The rules for the poor are jokes. HUD, considers us as "making too much" even if we are both just on disability and/or Social Security alone. Who thought that up? You know life is going down the shitter when you say things to your husband like, "Maybe I should go live in a group home and you can go live with a friend for a while!" It would put too much distance between us though. 

When the guy in the above video tours those stores, I couldn't afford anything there. Costco looks like millionaire's alley. Most of the meats he shows would take up one quarter of my food budget. The Legos, and junk food, who can afford any of that?

Food got in very short supply. When you are poor the carbohydrates go up, I was going to give up pasta but had to eat a bit this week because it's what I had. I've cut portions in half to have another for another meal. We had spaghetti with ground turkey meat sauce two nights in a row. We don't seem to be losing the weight normal people would on less food. There's a lot of times I have to plan for low blood sugar, especially if food is short in the house like holding on to the last banana and putting it in my walker if I'm going out. 

The other week I got a kidney infection, it was bad. I waited, thinking it was passing kidney stones, hoping they would pass. I threw up for 4-5 days in a row. There was a 48 hour period where my only food was 2 bites of banana, that was later thrown up. I had to time things to get pills down and restrain the puking. Insulin was halved to keep from dying of low blood sugar. This is sick, but the thought occurred to me, "Wow, I'm saving a lot of money on food!" I also thought, "I hope this takes some weight off".  I don't know why I can't go without food when I'm not sick like this but there were 4-5 days without any food. I've never thrown up so much in my life. It was mostly dry heaves and bile too, food disappears fast. It felt like I was dying.

When you get that sick, it's hard to keep it together. I finally said "Call my urologist, these kidney stones won't pass!" My husband got him on the phone, and he told me to go to the ER. When you are poor, you don't want to go to the hospital, thinking of the money. Maybe I waited too long. I avoided sepsis at least and was not admitted though they almost admitted me. They put me under the care of my house call doctors and put me on antibiotics. There were no kidney stones, it was the kidney infection. The hospital staff did treat me well. 

The reason I got sick, was the stress. Also, the climate in my northern state, seems to be akin to Florida's now. It is always hot and humid. Sometimes I think we should move north, but who wants to move away from their few friends? There's less medical care too in the northern areas. Our air conditioner broke and was leaking, they replaced it, but I was getting hot constantly. The AC spewed out a little cold air, but I don't think was removing any humidity. At this weight, it is dangerous to be hot too often.

We were selling ebay and I was helping him. Today I'm putting up some old zines, maybe its only 4 dollars, but it will get me a head of lettuce or some food.  Inflation has made my disability check basically worthless. It is keeping the roof over our heads and paying the now overinflated electric bill, 200 a month, and that's it. I don't have anything left. He's doing transcription but now the transcription company is cutting work and that's scary.  He had to do surveys for us to eat a few dinners.

There's nowhere to go in this town. I live in a wealthier area next to one of the worse ghetto areas in the state. There's no studio apartments in this town. It's weird. They basically in the last few years have driven off all the working class and poorer people as they have gentrified this place to death. So we have the pressure of having to start over. We have been waiting for that housing list for subsidized housing but now I fear things are going to collapse before then. 

This has been my life among some liberals who have told me the economy is doing great!

                                  
I hate how my life has turned out. It seems no matter what I have done, it just went bad. The world will tell you, that you lack discipline, its your fault. I was told in the church world my life went badly because I lacked faith and that didn't do many wonders for sustaining that faith. Most poor people in America are forced out of churches. You can't afford tithes, dues, activities and meals for the potluck. I wish there were churches for poor people, it would be nice to share goods and resources that way. My one decent Christian church, in my old working class town, we had a food closet church members could use when they became broke. That was a good idea. If I do church again, I will only go to a church full of other poor people. Maybe it will be more like that again.

Later on I got a second UTI and now am sick again wondering if I am going to survive or not. So that's three. My doctor thinks it's the same one coming back, they did urine scans that say it is the same bacteria-- some type of pneumonia. All this stress is not helping my health. 

Four different friends helped us this month. Thank you to those friends. One friend kept me from going down to the bad side of town with a cardboard sign. 

I just do not know what to do. I feel stuck in a maze paralyzed. One needs money to move. We don't want to move twice. A friend already has promised to help us move to the subsidized place. I don't know where the "bad" areas are in all towns. The town my subsidized apartment is in, even the cheapest apartment there is 900 a month, another town near by you can get 400 square feet for 750-800 dollars, but when what do I do with all my stuff? Storage costs would take any money I save. We already have sold off or are selling off everything but the kitchen sink. We will never have money to replace things. 

Most standard apartments are around 1100-1400 dollars. I pay 1200 here. My check cut by the government by almost 200 dollars is now around 1300. Do the math, of how screwed I am. His money is only adding up to around 1200-1400 a month. Medical bills and other expenditures add more costs to our lives. We can't afford the basics anymore. 

Welfare is laughable, if your subsistence survival level is over their cut-offs and you need to sell stuff on ebay to constantly survive or do surveys like he does for 50-100 dollars, or to go to friends for help then that is held against you. They offer almost nothing to a person. Republicans will grouse about those living high off the hog on EBT but the last time we were on EBT even during far easier days, we only got 16 dollars a month. It was cut to nothing by then. No one knows this but welfare was defacto cut off down massively this year. They are using 2019 money numbers and have not taken the 40-50% increase in the cost of living into account. We may need to go on for Medicaid soon but this is all stressful. 

Social workers never have any mercy for us though. Maybe they are overwhelmed and think well you two don't have an eviction notice so back of the line you go. When I sought help for the electric bill, they wanted you to be in a cut-off already. The way things work, they wait until you crash and burn and then scrape the pieces off the sidewalk. I made a payment plan with the electric bill, I got two months left on it but then more too big bills will come. They don't care about us. They give laughable-cut offs for any program where if you were under them, you'd be homeless and unable to eat at all. All they do is weed people out. Maybe it's the raving drug addicted or single mothers who get the help. It's certainly not me.

Get this, I found this local program for husband for unemployed seniors, and he called and even there, they told us "we make too much" and he is considered "employed" even with just some online transcription at 150 a week, and 400 a month or so in newspaper articles. This is the kind of craziness, we have dealt with. I think he should call them again, we probably are under the cut-off now, and insist they take a look at him.

Some people on reddit, said the remote world is dying from AI, and he's already noticing transcription is going in the hole. Don't major in journalism you'll be poor. I sometimes shouldn't post so much about poverty on reddit, some people are in the same hole, but some are judgmental jerks. They always got jobs.

He's so burned out from these money problems.  He really was disabled back in 2009 due to vascular and other disorders but Social Security said because of his newspaper history, he could do sit down work and we transferred him into transcription and work from home stuff. He had my caretaking to think of too. And now that's dying. How screwed are we? COMPLETELY. 

Sometimes I wonder why people don't help with jobs? If a church sees you sinking into extreme poverty, and they have high level professional jobs, isn't there a mail room or other job popping up in their world? Shouldn't they help someone? I never saw a church help with a job. Always wondered about that. They lose your dues when you go into extreme poverty. This applies to both the conservative and liberal church world. Maybe he's too autistic or something but age discrimination seemed to kick in around age 45. I can't solve it anymore.

He's dedicated to business as usual where I probably would have already sold everything and left. We have to cut off even the most stripped down cable in about week, which means I'm back to having absolutely no TV. A friend got me a firestick but the TV may be too old for it to hooked up. I am trying to talk him into cutting off the long distance land line he says he "needs for work". There's too much overhead and not enough pay back.

Why aren't there boarding houses anymore by the way? Its like they've set everything up to destroy the poor. Some small towns, I could survive in a lot easier. I wish I could move to this one very remote town, it does have a Dial a Ride and a hospital but all specialists are 30-40 miles away and I see a lot of specialists. I like this town and the people are nice, but it's very remote. All my saved money would go into gas and transportation and what if the car breaks down? I need regular CT scans now and ultra-sounds. So is my choice to live in a burned out ghetto, impersonal expensive area urban or in a nice friendly small town, without any specialists? How did poor people become so alone and without community in America?

Its like I'm banging my head on the wall and nothing ever changes. Whatever it takes to make it, I lack. He worked hard too but we ended up as ruined as anyone can be without being homeless. It ruined everything, my church life, faith, health--can't afford food and mental health. 

We have about another year to go before he can go on Social Security and he will need to even supplement that. 

Sometimes I do ask "Why did I have to be a throwaway person?" Why did he have to be one too? Is it the autism? He was good at the newspaper work and articles he writes now, I sent some links to online friends to prove he can do work while we are slammed into extreme poverty. Sometimes I do question what role my family played in this life destruction. None of them ever went without a job. None of them ever went without a dollar they wanted. I'm not around to know but from my previous experience, none of them ever lost jobs or went without money.

Applying for jobs online, you don't even talk to humans. He told me one day, "I feel like the robots are weeding me out!" I tried to take a picture for his ID to apply for one job with my phone, and it didn't go through. They wouldn't help him either. "Sucks to be you!" is the whole attitude.

More and more people are doing bad now. The middle class is getting squashed. I complain online but don't say much IRL, because even the people with money now are having it vacuumed out. Except for the very rich, everyone's lifestyle is diminishing. Everything is skyrocketing in cost. Life is failing to "work" for the majority now. I am in shock there has not been peaceful protests at grocery stores in poor towns especially for the corporates. Maybe there has been and they are keeping it out of the news. Some states are reporting everything is being put behind glass there's so many thefts, but all the burgeoning poverty where people can't afford anything is probably helping that happen. 

Sometimes I think just practice stoicism. I already went through extreme poverty trauma, and most long time readers of this blog, know how very extreme it was. There's a point where you stop caring. I make jokes now well if I am in the streets at least I won't have to worry about these damn bills. Cry, scream, sell stuff--I sold off every piece of silver in the house even taking the guy an old spoon, it doesn't change. The last two times, it crashed and burned I was crying. Now I am kind of numb.

You feel more lost of a family when poor like this, you have thoughts like, "If I had a decent family, I could go live with them and take a breather, and wait for my apartment!" It's easier to be poor with a decent family than without one. I'm glad we have the friends we do though. Not everyone is fortunate enough to have good friends. 

Every day I ask, "Why did I have to be a throw-away person?" Well there's probably millions of us now. The economy sucks and is an utter joke. America is a sad country. This place is horrible. I saw a quote on twitter that says "America has a heart of steel" with a picture of the Statue of Liberty above it. That about explains it. I wish I had joined the Hutterites, or the convent, or the commune when young.

The American empire is dying, maybe some of us are canaries in the coalmine. I do wonder why the American people are okay with the constant crushing. Don't they see the quality of their lives being destroyed day by day? First Covid ruining our lives and now this, it's unforgiveable. 

Tuesday, August 20, 2024

Future Co-Written Articles to Come!



 An Update: Writing More Posts With Another Writer

Lise of the "Misadventures with Angry Alcoholics, Bullies and Narcissists" blog and I are planning more articles together. So look for these to come up. She provides very detailed articles that go in depth about the processes of narcissistic abuse and I provide the more personalized renditions. Our last shared topic and article "The Betrayal of the Scapegoats" and "Do Scapegoats Hurt Other Scapegoats...? turned out quite well and was widely read.

The next topic we plan to do is rebellion and scapegoats. I plan to go into how the processed of being scapegoated affects one's view of authority and how this can bring out different outcomes. Some questions I will be asking are "Do Scapegoats Rebel?" I will be analyzing how scapegoats deal with authority, good and bad, and going into my own history on these matters.  This will include discussions of totalitarianism, hierarchies, effects on one's career, and political outlooks. Many scapegoats are seen as rebels even unjustly and will be talking about that too. One area to explore for me personally is guilt over not rebelling enough or early enough or running away! I look forward to writing this article with Lise.

Another topic we will be covering are the pros and cons of going no contact. I told Lise, I wanted to write an article about the "dark side" of no contact but will include the positives as well. Is there a price to be paid going no contact? Is the trade-off worth it? Does the grief get better? What are some of the pit-falls or emotional mines one must traverse to go no contact? I will talk about the early years in comparison with the later years. There also has been some backlash out there against those who have gone no contact. Related to this topic will be much of the mythos about families that has changed with modern life and how does one manage a life with no family?

Still another future topic will be poverty and scapegoating. I have written about poverty issues for years on this blog, but want to go into depth. Why do so many scapegoats end up with failed careers or in poverty? How do some manage to escape poverty? [I'm poor now but even my household acquired some more stable working class years] This topic will include how narcissism improves the odds of success in American culture, and how narcissistic abuse can train one to fail and take crumbs off the floor.  Life skills and goal-setting are not taught to many of the abused. This is a topic I have lived, so I hope to help others not end up in my same troubles. Homelessness is more of a risk for scapegoated people and I'm going to discuss that too. Being poor does give one a far more "outsider" to society view of the world. 

Another topic I want to explore is "Abused and Fat, the Special Troubles of Fat Scapegoats" and talk about the experiences of those who have faced the double-whammy of obesity and scapegoating. Obesity is often worsened by stress and abuse. Narcissists also are very body-focused and use looks to abuse people. How does having a rejected body by society mesh with being a person who has been abused and rejected by their family?

 I also am interested too in discussing the topic with scapegoating and sexism. What is the difference between male and female scapegoats? Are females more likely to be scapegoated than males? How does it affect males as opposed to females?

Lise mentions other articles too, we have discussed and planned. I look forward to all her writing on these topics and our collaborations.

As you read these topics, if you have a related experience you want me to share, please write me at fivehundredpoundpeep@gmail.com or comment on this post. Thank you. 

Seeing the Patterns

 



Being a tin-hatter "crazy" conspiracy theorist, saved my life. God's warnings were the most important but every day I wake up thankful I never took any mRNA. I would no longer be here. I do question propaganda, and the news. I am not someone who trusts in this system. Anyone who has read this blog long enough knows this. The NPCs do get angry at the questioners and the thinkers. That part is hard to deal with. The evils of Covid were never exposed or dealt with and now it seems they may be gunning for another "pandemic", trying to revive monkeypox. How come this stuff always seems to happen around election time?

How Narcissistic Parents Ruin Early Success

 


If you look back many of us had a two-ton weight on our back and didn't realize it. Seeing the ascension of my old elementary school friends and others was interesting to me. Their parents loved and supported them, they weren't tripped up every second.

That's the ironic thing, narcissists will ruin your success but then berate you for being a failure! That's a game they love to play. Set their kids up for failure, stand in their way and then get mad, that they don't achieve. 

 I am glad I have achieved some goals like with the art show and finishing Fat Pat. We should warn young people especially ones coming from bad families about goal setting and fleeing those drilling a hole in your boat. There are too many young people coming out of narcissistic families given absolutely no preparation and with only endless stress that ruins their way in the world. 

A Poem: Eternal Memory

 

I wrote this poem after spending some time reading Russian literature. I'm reading "War and Peace" right now, and up to around page 800. Other recent books I read was "Dead Souls" and "Crime and Punishment. I've enjoyed it. Ancestry did narrow down my DNA to Russian ancestry and Slovakian. I knew about the great-grandmother in the Slovakian orphanage. My concerns about war come out in this poem as well. 

Eternal Memory

Learned I was Russian 

as Ancestry

narrowed down the DNA,

This in addition to

the Slovakian great-grandmother rescued 

from the orphanage by the Austrian-Hungarian captain

who could speak 5 languages.


My origins arose out of the "evil empire"

with its dark woods, wolves and samovars

full of tea.


We'd light the red candles in a row

 but my father grew up

in St. Demetrios Greek Orthodox church

with the icons we lacked.


the Russians always loved their icons

kissing them,

gold thin leaf carefully laid

 Mary and Jesus in a circled embrace

The detente of the 1980s

has ended.

There always has to be a war

Oceania always need an enemy

even with a place that looks like the Midwestern woods

with onion domes rising above it.


The rerun of the Cuban missile crisis

The man with the jigsaw puzzle piece

on his head leading to the one riding

the horse shirtless. 

We watched "The Day After"

fearing it's realities

The wall came down

but the Cold War's back.


The third Rome awaited 

and the New American Century waned

Will the wrath of Russia await the

52 daughters of the revolution

always confronting.

The very old always send the young to die.


There were peace poles in gardens

vertically exclaiming "May Peace Prevail on Earth"

years ago, pounded into soil

"War is not healthy for children and living things" posters 

hung with care

however sadly

the antiwar movement vaporized

Some of us asked what happened

as those who used to hate war in the Middle East

now call for it,

forgetting the lessons of "War and Peace"

and the futility of it all.


Some worry that the Third Seal

slouches towards New York to be born

They take the bus, they cook the casserole

taking elevators in their apartment skyrises too

and no one ever learns.


We don't want to see a sunrise at 2am

knowing its all over.

The Russian Soul with no fake smiles

produced Tolstoy who spoke of the 

sacredness of life

they had the serfs who fought for freedom

freed in 1861

ending up in the red flag chasm

Until the USSR collapsed

and that Russia professor in 2010

claimed the same fate was coming here.

The chickens coming home to roost


In the nightmare the refrain came

"Its raining [missiles]

living in point zero

That giant bell was made

In the Passion of Andrei

ringing ever clear

Eternal Memory was to be grasped

All the churches here praising war

among blood moons and pretribulation dreams

Authoritarianism reigns


Moscow Doesn't Believe in Tears

Too many Dead Souls listed for profit

If you don't go into the white light

do you become a ghost?

Oblomov was swindled

The Iconoclasts smashed the art

We wanted it back

We wanted life

and peace.


Refusing Ozempic

 


Years ago, I did a cartoon where "Budgie" or now "Fat Pat" drew a picture of the future, and everyone was thin including me, and were wearing "Fat Be Gone" modulators.  I envisioned the metabolism being speeded up via this little box. How strange. It's a nice dream but sadly not the way this world works. What do we get instead. Ozempic--Another shot, but here's the catch, when you go off it, all the weight comes back. There's side effects like gastroparesis, look it up, and nausea and other bad stuff. How come they never invent anything that actually works well. Remember the Phen-Fen debacle? My parents pushed me to go on it, but I couldn't afford it anyway. Good thing I didn't as some died of pulmonary hypertension and heart valve problems. Oh, thyroid cancer is a danger from GLP-1 drugs too. There's also risks to the eyes that are very scary.  I'm deaf, I'm still refusing Planequil for its effects on the eyes.

I am in the 490s presently, very glad to see the first number at "4". The last time I was weighed it was 491. 

Some doctors wanted me to go on Ozempic and GLP-1 Drugs. Some may not blame them. I am hugely fat. Maybe it was my mistake complaining too much and they wanted to come up with more solutions. Some of my swelling has gotten bad. I think its a mixture of my Lipedema and heart failure. I didn't have shortness of breath but every time I try to do anything, the body worsens. I was busy two days in a row including planting my garden, buying food and visiting people, and was limping. My regularity with my Lasix wasn't good enough. "Take as needed" was nebulous and I hopefully fixed the problem taking Lasix on a more regular basis. 

They are promoting Ozempic and two doctors have asked if I wanted to go on it. I said, No. They all think I am nuts because I am saying no being this fat. They know my weight situation is complex with Lipedema and more but of course want a person to lose. They tell me to exercise and all the weight loss givens, that so far have failed. Ozempic is expensive. I may be insured for it but it costs $1500 a month.

 Get this, if you go off it, you regain all the weight. Anyhow I said to doctor, "Why bother, when I go off it, then weight will come back and more..." The doctor then said, "You will have to be on it the rest of your life!" I then countered, "What if I am forced off for side effects. I gained 400lbs plus in 28 months, I'm not going to monkey around with stuff, even keeping the weight stable is hard. Anyhow lately I am losing weight." I added "It desensitizes you to leptin!" 

I noticed B vitamins and other supplements have positively affected my weight. I hope I keep losing more. One doctor did admit with all my problems, Ozempic may not work for me the same way it works for other people. 


Friday, August 9, 2024

Poem: The Fourth Turning for Generation X

 



Here's a poem I wrote a couple months ago.  As people here know, I have written about the generations for years. I will include the caveat for this too like other generation articles, not all members of a generation are bad, many are good people, so forth and so on. This points to general trends.

The Fourth Turning for Generation X


As the poles started to shift

The wolf arrived back at the door

(we never got used to its hot breath)

There's nowhere to run 

with empty pockets.


Mothers in her second home

sunning under the psalm tree

"You have nothing to show

for your life".

She told me when I hit 40

Perhaps under the Underpass one day

we can smell the burning roast beef

of our memories


VC Andrews books were traded in secret

We were reading about our betraying mothers

The crawling vines on the covers

stretched out for our wrists


Studs Lonigan died at 29

the Tenements had no mercy

Temp Slave continued

adjuncts hired

the union-busting won

and vacations vanished

retirement isn't there.

We've lost friends so young.


Dancing natives on the wall and

heavy pink ashtrays falling onto shag carpet

The lawn chairs folded in a rusty heap

The "me generation" faced

Vietnam, had apple pie and Evel Knievel

flying over those cars like gravity

stepped aside for him.

Slackers working 80 hours a week

were noticed only while sleeping.


We xeroxed zines and drew cartoons

of daily life. Factsheet Five listed them all

with Riot Grrl and Bust. 


Clerks bored stiff, we knew the world

could not be saved. Kurt said as much.

It made more sense to disengage with

Nine Inch Nails our soundtrack of anger

Our love bloomed hotter, with arms wrapped

around leather jackets.


Steinem preached empowerment via career

the bosses were more friendly then

and in the days of high heels

it fooled us. 

I took care of other people's children instead

of having my own. 


Remember when we could talk (in the record stores)

we could joke, laugh and not guard our words

like soldiers on a hill

(don't slip up)

the Prophets kept speaking

never a moment of silence

for the Nomads to talk


Bill and Ted still had adventures

at the peak of history but

then hit speed bumps of social inequity

The mushroom cloud of student debt

Service McJobs for subzero wages. 


Everyone wanted to be a rock star

Dressed in black with silver chains

The stoic faced goths, punks, grunge and metal heads

went into the kitchen to put the hair net on

and red uniform with plastic nametag

that always made our butts look too big


There were wine coolers in the fridge

and passion below the Joshua Tree

The young used to fly free and talk smack

the tyranny of the old held back

Greetings and Salutations through

a broken radio.


Gen Z seems so obedient

(why didn't they ever rebel)

We ran through fields and woods

dodging each other

They never left the basement or the screen

their pasty skin led

to grey auras popping up like mushrooms.

It was time to flee the god of this world

We were already deemed cynics

by pampered idealists.