State
Wednesday was a bad day for me. I’d been carrying around a broken tooth, and leapt out of bed to make an emergency dental appointment. I then fixed breakfast and was just starting to gingerly chew my toast when I got a call from the benefits agency who told me that I wouldn’t be getting any money from them.
It took them a while to explain this to me, and when they were done my toast was cold. I hate cold toast.
The problem is that I made the mistake of getting ill when I was studying at university. I’m still ill, in fact – still in recovery from something that took me within a few hours of dying, six months ago.
I’ve put off making this post because I’m angry about it, and I don’t think I’m going to stop being angry about it. Because I was a student I don’t deserve help? I expect that attitude from bigoted chavs, not the government of the country I live in.
