Nevergirl’s

So, I’ve been thinking about disability insurance; and my head feels like it would implode into itself. I know that image sounds dramatic, but there’s really nothing extraordinary about this implosion – no sticky fluids oozing, no psychotic ranting, no impulsive Vegas weddings, no neighborhood rampages, and definitely no underwear shots. What the implosion does is turn me into a frustrated, procrastinating, fussing scatterbrain who can’t stop thinking about the future and disability insurance.

I know. Disability insurance. Ridiculous.

But is it?

The help’s dad suffered a stroke three weeks ago. He did not have any disability insurance. His family had to pull him out of the hospital even though he wasn’t well enough yet to do without doctors because they could not pay for hills. It’s heartbreaking; and now, I can’t seem to stop worrying that I don’t have disability insurance. What if I fall down the stairs and become crippled for life? What if I trip on a stray bush (because I’ve never mastered how to walk in high heels though I wore them for the first time at my high school graduation and have worn them since) and injure my spine?

I hate to think of that ever happening, so maybe, just until my head stops feeling like it would implode, I’ll swear off heels for a while.

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