Today's post will have to be short, as I have overslept this morning. I came home last night and the gas had been shut off so we have no heat and hot water. It's hard for me to sleep when the bedroom temperatures slip below 60 degrees, so I did not sleep well and woke up with severe congestion and a pounding headache.
My physical health is a concern simply because so much depends upon it. I am not permitted to take sick days and so becoming sick can jeopardize my job. My job takes on mythic proportions because I am the sole working adult in my household. If I take a sick day my children may become homeless. At least that's how I see it. I mean, I haven't taken a minute off work and we don't have heat or hot water. I guess that's kind of telling. It's always all up to me. And so I can't get sick, ever. And if I do, I have to work through it, keep doing everything that is expected and demanded of me.
As far as my physical health goes, I have the usual laundry list that a typical fat 43 year old would have: fibromyalgia, migraines, hypertension, irritable bowel syndrome, this weird years-long tooth/jaw/neck pain, chronic sinus and allergy issues, plantar fasciitis, back pain, sleep apnea. Good times.
I also get a bit crazed about my physical health because, as I have said before, I am not one of the Chosen Americans lucky enough to have health insurance. I am the first person in my family in two generations not to have health insurance. It is has been pointed out to me that my income and lack of benefits mirrors the value of my job and what I do, and I just hope that is not true. It's not to me. I prefer to think society is just really skewed in its priorities when people who play basketball are paid millions and people who work with people with disabilities are not paid enough to support their families or have health care.
So this is all I have time for for. I could kvetch for pages, and have in the past, so I am going to let it go today. I feel too sick to write about physical health. Ironic, isn't it?