A day’s work is....An excruciating balance between targetted harassment and chronic illness, made worse by gaslighting doctors who once diagnosed a blocked kidney as depression. They live charmed lives while I am repeatedly denied disability, even though my now retired one good doctor literally wrote a letter saying i was disabled. I have no savings. I drag myself bloody through each day at my job, on call for full time hours but only getting part time pay. This part time job qualifies me for $30 a month in food stamps. I rent part of a storage room in someone's house. Because of this grueling subsistence existence I somehow yet survive, I am deemed able bodied, no matter how much pain I am in, no matter how many times I fall over. I never go out anymore. American Dream.