Last Wednesday I had my Social Security disability hearing for my vertigo, covering the period from March 2009, when I got sick, to July 2010, when I started working as a phone sex operator. Beforehand, my lawyer prepped me what to expect, and we went over the evidence to ensure my she had the important findings at the top of her notes. We discussed whether to tell the judge I do the generic “phone consulting” or to tell him I’m a phone sex operator. The reality is, I chose this profession not only because I’m a giant slut who loves playing with callers’ sexual energy, but also because I can set my own hours, I can rest when I need to, and I can’t sustain [read more...]
Tomorrow, I’m traveling back to Austin to have a disability hearing. Although the timing was unfortunate, I’m very glad it’s been scheduled and that I get time to explain my weird, complicated case. I spent the first six months of my vertigo visiting 17 doctors and a physical therapist, looking for diagnosis and a cure. In months 6-15, I tried a series of medicines, to varying degrees of less-than-total-success, but I also extended the lessons I learned in physical therapy to try to develop coping patterns of activity / rest. In month 15, I felt good enough about the balance of occasional medicines and my physical therapy gains to attempt to make a living at phone sex. I was not at all sure I could [read more...]
Summary (extra-short): My stuff has arrived in my home, so I’m all stuffed up. Summary (medium-short): After 10 days of hearing nothing from our movers, we got a call Saturday saying they would hold our stuff hostage unless we paid them $800 more than the estimate. Sunday, after they arrived at 6:30 pm, we refused to pay it, called cops, had a 3-hour stand-off in our front yard, took video, measured the truck, I cried, and they eventually agreed to the $1600 originally estimated plus the $200 tip I had always intended to give them. Monday, they arrived at 11:30, took our money, then informed us they were in too big of a hurry to reassemble our furniture or put any furniture or boxes where [read more...]
We still don’t have our stuff, but our movers have at least called us now. We are no longer playing the game of “maybe they stole all our things.” Now we are playing the game of “they claim we owe them a lot more money than they initially estimated before they will deliver our things.” I hate playing chicken. Thankfully, my husband and I play a pretty damn good game of Good Cop/Bad Cop. Usually we just play it alone with each other, but in this case, it comes in handy externally as well. Heh. That made me grin. We’ve researched the law and helpful tactics, but if you have suggestions, feel free to shoot me an email and advise away. My legal-name FB has [read more...]
I had a lot of control when I lived in Houston – my husband was traveling for work 10 days out of every 14, my family and local friends were trained to call before dropping by, and I was finding my ability to adapt to the unexpected kind of, well, atrophying, because the unexpected was happening so rarely in my daily life. I mean, sure, there was the whole thing with “you’re moving – you’re not moving – you’re moving – you’re not moving – oh okay really you’re moving”, and anyone would have found that disruptive, but aside from that ennui, I could manage my dizzies, my dogs, my time, and my energy as I wished. Oct 2, I arrived at my new home [read more...]
The best laid plans of mice and men / Often go awry (or something like that, depending on your translation to modern English). For the record, I’d rather be the best laid girl than have the best laid plans anyway. But on to the actual topic of this blog post. As plans go, it was a fine one: arrive in my new town on Sunday, have my stuff delivered on Mon or Tue or Wed, and have a friend visit to help me unpack on Thu-Sat while hub had to be out of town. The tiny little complication to the plan? Our stuff hasn’t been delivered yet. In fact, we don’t know when it will be delivered. We do know our truck has not yet [read more...]

A few moments from 2011 which I haven’t yet shared with you. Pro tip: Click on the pics to see slightly larger versions. January, 2011: See those streaks of white? That’s what was left on Big Red after a really great call. Yummers. In terribly sad news, Big Red died a horrible death one night when I neglected to crate my dogs for the night before my anxious dog hit her mode of I’m-too-overtired-to-stop-myself-from-chewing-something-even-though-I-know-better. Don’t worry, I quickly replaced Big Red with Slightly Bigger Green, and I … uhhh… I’m all good. February 2011: Setting up the original Fuckatorium in the Austin house, I realized it might be of interest to some people that I do manual labor around the house in my bra. Oh [read more...]