So, I am now writing my blog on Peak'd. Some of you may already know me from "The Terminal" as "Rick Rainbow".
I am a 59 year old male who lives in Upstate NY. I am single and live with my 2 furkids (feline) Tigger and Prini. I am a former RN,BSN. I practiced nursing for nearly 30 years before I had to go out on disability.
I am a Type 2 Diabetic and take 3 different injections plus 3 Oral Medications. Currently, I am battling a Diabetic Foot Ulcer and will be having surgery to remove the metatarsal joint on the right foot on May 4th.
I also suffer from Major Chronic Depression as well as, Panic/Anxiety Disorder. The Panic/Anxiety has basically made me agoraphobic and I only go out to Medical Appointments.
Depression and P/A Disorder are extremely debilitating. I wish it on no one. However, there are many people struggling and there is no shame in having a emotional/mental disorder. If you feel any symptoms reach out to a professional and get the help. It is well worth it. There is no longer a stigma surrounding Mental Health and the more people who deal with it head on have a fighting chance. If you need help in finding someone in your area don't hesitate to ask me and I will respond and help the best I can. Please remember I am located in the US.
In my previous Blog on Ecency, I had written this week about having my PayPal Account hacked. Not pretty when that is where your Disability Check is to be delivered via direct deposit. No one seems to understand the bureaucratic bull sh*t that one must go through. My anxiety is through the roof as, I must now wait 6-8 weeks for my "Paper Check" to arrive into my new Venmo account which I do have a debit card for. According to the Social Security Administration in the US, I have to wait for the deposit to be returned and then they will deposit it into the new account. It's all just a mess and I have to feed myself, my cats and of course pay bills. The landlord is understanding on this as, I have showed my e-mails back and forth between PayPal and myself. It's not easy living without just a bit of money. I have no close family to ask for help so, my anxiety and panic is through the roof. I am at the point where my 2 furkids will need to be rehomed. I hate the thought as, they are my babies. They bring me joy and comfort. Most days they are the only ones to make me feel loved and needed. As the old saying goes, "It is what it is" No, not looking for any pity here just sharing my feelings.
I need to say a huge Thank you to my friend 
I am by no means a writer and just say what I want to say. It's difficult to blog sometimes when things are happy and it seems like all doom and gloom. Who really wants to read that stuff.
Thanks for reading this short blog and hopefully, better days are ahead. God Bless and Stay Safe. Until my next blog, All my best, Rainbow Love and Prini and Tigger Hugs to all.
Sincerely,
Ed (my actual name)
