After I Tripped; The Firing (Friday Series #7)

So it happened. In April of 2001, I was called into the head office and “medically released from my position.” I had been struggling through daily pain to maintain my employment for almost three years.

I had been the sole provider for “B,” myself, and his daughter who stayed weekends with us. Now, what the hell were we going to do? I was still receiving long term disability compensation from my ‘former’ employer, but it wouldn’t last forever. “B” received some disability payments. He did receive a small insurance compensation sum for his injuries in the car accident. “B” had checked out, any money he received went up in smoke, quite literally.

I went to a temp agency against my doctor’s and my lawyer’s wishes. I flunked the stupid typing test. (What the hell? I can type!) No temp work for me with that agency. I enrolled in a writing class, I had an idea for a fiction book and thought this may be the time to change professions. I made it to three classes, I was more confused every time I completed a class! This was not working. I was losing my ability to comprehend written material. There was no way I could write it.

I was in complete pain every minute of every day. I was exhausted and experiencing, what I would later learn was a cognitive fog. I had trouble remembering where I was going and often ended up driving around Seattle completely lost. I usually went on bike rides with “B’s” daughter. I would get on that bike, think I was going straight but would end up in the ditch. I could no longer balance a bike.  I was getting worse, not better.

No job. No prospects. No diagnosis. A permanently high fiancé. A needy 12-year-old. This was the first time I could remember not having a paying job. Even as a young girl I worked in my parent’s store. My Dad showed me how to fill in a time card, and I would turn that into him every Friday. Now I had trouble getting dressed. I was not fit to work anywhere!

I was worthless. I was embarrassed. I was ashamed. I was utterly alone and afraid…

The day would come when I was ‘rescued.’ I wasn’t aware I need rescuing, but I did. That is a story for next Friday.

(To be continued.)

IMG_0462~Kim

37 comments

  1. Oh Kim, how I can relate. Going through a lot of these same issues right now. Can’t wait to read how this part ends for you. I thank God I found you every day. You give me hope lady.
    Much love coming your way!
    ~Tamara

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  2. Thank you Kim. It helps to know you are not alone. I am working on changing my situation one day at a time, sometimes one minute at a time. Old habits, even when we know they hurt us, are hard to break! Xo

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  3. I can’t wait to hear about this rescue!

    I think sometimes, the not knowing, the feeling crazy in addition to being in constant pain, the what the hell is happening to my body and my life, is the worst part. You handle everything like such a champion Kim, even if you don’t always feel like you do. Being a champion looks different depending on the day. Thank you for sharing your story. It is so important and you are helping and educating so many people.

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