I finally got a my dream job at a green house. The boss was shit and worked me to hard and now my disabilities are worse. Still working on what they are after the hysterectomy to deal with the forever periods. We are leaning towards autoimmune based on a screening.
Every day is a struggle now. I do a few things and I’m laid out on the chair for a day or so. What sucks is, I really miss the work before my boss got his hands in it to much. I miss being useful and doing work I enjoyed.
But my choices are to make my disabilities even worse and work myself to death or stay unemployed. And that choice I have is a fucking privilege which I fucking hate.
I still do work when I can. I put a lot of effort in the garden and my local community (when I’m not suffering from burn out. Was burning the candle from both ends at the tail end of that job) but I still suffer from this idea that it’s not enough because I don’t get paid.
I finally got a my dream job at a green house. The boss was shit and worked me to hard and now my disabilities are worse. Still working on what they are after the hysterectomy to deal with the forever periods. We are leaning towards autoimmune based on a screening.
Every day is a struggle now. I do a few things and I’m laid out on the chair for a day or so. What sucks is, I really miss the work before my boss got his hands in it to much. I miss being useful and doing work I enjoyed.
But my choices are to make my disabilities even worse and work myself to death or stay unemployed. And that choice I have is a fucking privilege which I fucking hate.
I still do work when I can. I put a lot of effort in the garden and my local community (when I’m not suffering from burn out. Was burning the candle from both ends at the tail end of that job) but I still suffer from this idea that it’s not enough because I don’t get paid.