If all you had to do to go on disability was sign up, and not have to go through the "application and approval" process, today I would have signed up.

By noon, my balance was gone, my fingers were numb, my legs were aching, and my brain was oatmeal. I was ready to smack the next person who said, "I don't have my key again, could you go get my mail for me?"

I was ready to smack the landlord, smack the guy who parked across the loading dock, and pretty much smack the next person who looked at me funny.

Thirteen months, fourteen days. I can make it. Really.