You hear the term “pain and suffering” in relation to accidents and injuries, but it really hit home today. I told myself earlier this year if I didn’t have any jobs booked during Photo Expo in NYC, I’d take the bus and go spend the day at the Javits Center and attend.
Then this happened.
Today, I’m looking at Facebook and seeing many of my photography colleagues having fun at the Expo while I can barely make it to the bathroom and back. Now, that’s what I call suffering. Pain is what I feel in my knee, shoulder, hip and back, but suffering is seeing your pals having fun while you just get to look at the pictures.
Life isn’t fair.
I received a ton of paperwork from the insurance companies. One was an application for disability. I thought, that’s odd. So, Elizabethe called the 800 number and they said you have to have an employer in order to receive disability. (i.e. the self-employed don’t qualify). They also sent me forms for Medicare and a bunch of other forms that don’t apply.
Since it is date night and since going out doesn’t sound fun, I suggested we order a pizza and hand out candy. We ordered a pizza and just waiting for the first trick-or-treaters.