This will be one of the more personal blog articles I've written in awhile. So, if you're wanting to pollute it, please don't.
The truth is, as I've written about our current round against the town, I've left out an important detail. I did it because it's a detail that I frankly do not want to face.
See, over the past couple years I've not been well. I know it. I'm a little more in tune to my body than most, and, well, my ticker's not functioning the way it ought to. It's been the last six months or so that it's become apparent. In fact, I had a very real scare back in October...I had good reason to believe I was having a heart attack...after checking my vitals, though, I found, to some relief, it was just severe exhaustion.
Should I get on medical assistance and deal with it? Possibly, but I know from others who've tried it's not easy to find a doctor when you're on state medical assistance. And I can tell you from personal experience that the care you get is substandard. Not to mention, I'm tagged with the words "preexisting condition" that will haunt me the rest of my days.
That's not to say I haven't been considering it. I have. But the truth is, the drain on my time doesn't leave me with much time to care for myself. Now there's more getting stuff in order to defend ourself against this latest round of allegations, finding some way to get rid of the junk the city won't haul off, yet still feels compelled to fine me for, and, to make things even more fun, dealing with a car that's sitting by the side of the road.
The word "overwhelmed" doesn't even begin to cover it.
The thing is, I'm strongly weighing what "fighting city hall" will do to me physically. It's already made me an emotional wreck, and I'm not being overly dramatic when I say I'm not sure how much fight I can survive.
That is the chief reason why I blog all of this. I can't go to the church; they've already stabbed me in the back enough. I can only go to my wife with so much; she's carrying enough on her shoulders without my giving her reason for more worry. And I don't have family to go through this with me. It's literally me against the world.
I'm sorry to say that there have been times lately where I've felt like giving up completely. Part of me has wondered if I couldn't take all of this off my wife's shoulders by disappearing and sending a check every time I get paid, because it is, after all, ME that the people in this town hate...not my wife, not my kids. I know better, of course, but I can't help agonizing over the fact that my decision not to conform has cost my FAMILY so much...I'm willing to pay any price there is, but I've burdened my family with much more than they deserve.
I've always said nothing good comes easy...I truly hope that all of this agony has a payoff somewhere.