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a bit mroe about me....? ok....
10 years ago
so a bit mroe about me? really?.... well if ya really wanna know....
im forma small town outside calgary. its quite... nondiscrpt. we have the usualls though. an ok buss system, ok health care, somewhat of an outdated mall but its still good. i work at the theatre in the mall on till dealing out food and tickets. its a good job. but one of the phew job sin town i can do. which brings me to i guess something a lot of folkdont relize about me cause its not visable in person. i have 4 disabilities, and only really one is visable if ya look hard enough. first off i was born with asthma, truley it made things hard. i had to get rid of the family dog cause it would cause me breathing issues. i also cant run long distances or go up or down stars to much to oftin without breaks. i was born intoa family of 3 as the youngest kat. that was my only disability back then... at age 12 my mom left my dad. it was not divorce status. she just left him. since i was to young i had to go with mom to a womans shelter. and being the only kid over 5 there it was quite ackward. about 2-3 months latter my dad did not show up for church which is wierd cause hes always there, and he always falls asleep in his seat XD. so my aunt went over to the family home to cheek on him. she found him dead ont he couch..... passed in his sleep, leaving in a disgusting mess. but the true cause was asphetious (spelling?) in the wall got him. so my mom inherits the house and we use the monney we got to try and renovate. but my mom sadly makes a clasic mistake. instead of contracting out someone profesonall she hires the friend of a freind. big mistake. well he gets about 70% of the house done and makes it livable, then the jerk steals all the monney and runs off to vegas to blow it. cops catch him, bring him back, revoke his license, we see not a dime and are left with a unfinished house. livable bu tot finished. about this time i had a knife acident cutting some bread and someone bumped me... 40 stitches along my thumb on my off paw. it dosent work properly know. it wont bend but its still there. can make typeing a bit hard. but i manage. this is why i make typos a lot. i try to clean it up where i can. this is about the same time i scrapped up one of my knees real bad. know i cant put to much preasure on it on the ground or i cant use it for like a half an hour. so so far thats 3 disabilities. if your wondering about my borther and sister they moved to difrent towns before my mom left my dad. cue me at 17. everythigns kinda good. i have a job, moms doing ok. or so i thought. she comes home form the doc one night crying her eyes out. she hug sme, tell me she has canceer.... ouch.... thigns quickly degrade. 3months latter all 3 of her kids are in the hispital one day. and she passes in front of us.... im still 17 and have lost both parents... know im inherting the house in my name since im the only kid left in town. so at 17 i own a house and have big bills to pay... this ruinned my school life but i still manage to graduate. my aunt my last fmaiyl in town moves in with me and runs a daycare from the main part of the house, shes the only reason i can aford to keep the family house. so anyway i get a job at mcdonalds of all places. its fun, i like it. monneys good, i even get told im gonna get into managmenet. sweet. but youd think life was starting to get good? ya no.... life kicked me again... supper hard this tiem. i start haveing bathroom issues bowel wise... i wont go into detials but ya it is bad. soi start setting upa poitments and heving to take timeoff work with insurance helping out to go through many painfull tests but i wont give ya the details. basicly i have a bowel disorder with no cure. ulceritive proctitus (spelling?) which means i have to use the washroom at wierd times. sinc emy job is fast food this no longer works, i cant step of fto use the washrooms very well during rush hour, mizzed with some other reasons i step down and quit, sitll on good terms with my boss though. thats when i found the theater job. its perfect for my new condition. i just got diagnosed iwth the bowel thing this past year by the way. so ya that my past up until know pretty much. forgive any typos that there may be.. this is me, this is who i am. i am strong and i will keep going.
im forma small town outside calgary. its quite... nondiscrpt. we have the usualls though. an ok buss system, ok health care, somewhat of an outdated mall but its still good. i work at the theatre in the mall on till dealing out food and tickets. its a good job. but one of the phew job sin town i can do. which brings me to i guess something a lot of folkdont relize about me cause its not visable in person. i have 4 disabilities, and only really one is visable if ya look hard enough. first off i was born with asthma, truley it made things hard. i had to get rid of the family dog cause it would cause me breathing issues. i also cant run long distances or go up or down stars to much to oftin without breaks. i was born intoa family of 3 as the youngest kat. that was my only disability back then... at age 12 my mom left my dad. it was not divorce status. she just left him. since i was to young i had to go with mom to a womans shelter. and being the only kid over 5 there it was quite ackward. about 2-3 months latter my dad did not show up for church which is wierd cause hes always there, and he always falls asleep in his seat XD. so my aunt went over to the family home to cheek on him. she found him dead ont he couch..... passed in his sleep, leaving in a disgusting mess. but the true cause was asphetious (spelling?) in the wall got him. so my mom inherits the house and we use the monney we got to try and renovate. but my mom sadly makes a clasic mistake. instead of contracting out someone profesonall she hires the friend of a freind. big mistake. well he gets about 70% of the house done and makes it livable, then the jerk steals all the monney and runs off to vegas to blow it. cops catch him, bring him back, revoke his license, we see not a dime and are left with a unfinished house. livable bu tot finished. about this time i had a knife acident cutting some bread and someone bumped me... 40 stitches along my thumb on my off paw. it dosent work properly know. it wont bend but its still there. can make typeing a bit hard. but i manage. this is why i make typos a lot. i try to clean it up where i can. this is about the same time i scrapped up one of my knees real bad. know i cant put to much preasure on it on the ground or i cant use it for like a half an hour. so so far thats 3 disabilities. if your wondering about my borther and sister they moved to difrent towns before my mom left my dad. cue me at 17. everythigns kinda good. i have a job, moms doing ok. or so i thought. she comes home form the doc one night crying her eyes out. she hug sme, tell me she has canceer.... ouch.... thigns quickly degrade. 3months latter all 3 of her kids are in the hispital one day. and she passes in front of us.... im still 17 and have lost both parents... know im inherting the house in my name since im the only kid left in town. so at 17 i own a house and have big bills to pay... this ruinned my school life but i still manage to graduate. my aunt my last fmaiyl in town moves in with me and runs a daycare from the main part of the house, shes the only reason i can aford to keep the family house. so anyway i get a job at mcdonalds of all places. its fun, i like it. monneys good, i even get told im gonna get into managmenet. sweet. but youd think life was starting to get good? ya no.... life kicked me again... supper hard this tiem. i start haveing bathroom issues bowel wise... i wont go into detials but ya it is bad. soi start setting upa poitments and heving to take timeoff work with insurance helping out to go through many painfull tests but i wont give ya the details. basicly i have a bowel disorder with no cure. ulceritive proctitus (spelling?) which means i have to use the washroom at wierd times. sinc emy job is fast food this no longer works, i cant step of fto use the washrooms very well during rush hour, mizzed with some other reasons i step down and quit, sitll on good terms with my boss though. thats when i found the theater job. its perfect for my new condition. i just got diagnosed iwth the bowel thing this past year by the way. so ya that my past up until know pretty much. forgive any typos that there may be.. this is me, this is who i am. i am strong and i will keep going.
