Don’t you hate that? When people ask you what you do and you say I’m on disability and they look at you like, for what? I don’t see anything wrong with you. I want to tell them, come walk a day in my shoes, if you can bend over and put them on, and then stand up without feeling like your going to throw up all over the place because of the pain meds you just took to make your headache bearable enough to get out of bed. Then don’t wince when your head feels like it’s going to explode or feels like there is a little Tasmanian devil ( the loony toon type) wrapped up in barbed wire and is just running rampant in your skull. And you never know when it’s going to happen or how long it’s going to last. Let me give you a hint, 30 seconds feels like 3 hours. And don’t complain when you go to lay down to sleep at night and it sounds like a freight train and a jet plane is playing a game of tug of war in your ears. then you go to your yearly exam and the neurologist says that the dose of radiation we gave you to shrink and kill this thing,10 years ago, still hasn’t worked, oh and by the way, the blood is starting to run through that spot in your brain agin, but there’s not much we can do now but wait and see. See ya next year! Then go home and try to sleep thinking, wait a minute this thing ruptured, somewhere along the line, a vein is not connected, where is the blood going to go? And you have to go to bed at night wondering if you’re going to wake up, and then wake up wondering, is this the day that I bleed to death. Now, ask me again, what I do. Then you see the people get out of the fancy car with the placard that they got for their grandmother and all 4 people get out a skip into the store, taking the handicapped spot from the 90 year old woman walking with a walker. Yes I have a placard, but I only use it when there are plenty spaces there. I have to walk with crutches, not by choice I promise you and it gets very tiring to walk with these things, and you get in the store to see some kids take off with the little scooter or two overweight people who say, I’m gonna use this cause my feet are tired, and the poor 90 year old woman is left with her little walker trying to push the cart. And no, it does not bother me at all to tell them, HEY, she needs that, your are just to damned lazy, get off!!! I may not be popular, but I try to do what is right, and treat people with respect, when and IF they deserve it. Sorry for my rant on your reply, but sometimes it starts and I can’t stop.