July 22, 2007
This morning I awoke and the splint was off my hand again and I was able to move my thumb again freely, so I didn't bother putting it back on. The claims adjuster called: they are dragging their feet. I don't know what to say, then again I've been without a voice ever since I lost my job. Whatever I say is inconsequential because my independence is only an illusion right now until I get another. Who wants to listen to the idle blabber of an unemployed stress mess? What's more is regardless, I've never been more comfortable chaotically.