So Wikipedia tells me that catapult means: to launch a projectile a great distance without the aid of an explosive device. Hmmm.
My first thought was about all the Mythbuster episodes I’ve watched in the past and I wonder how many episodes had a catapult in it?
My next thought is: Someone put me in one of these and catapult me to the moon. I am done.
Please pray for me.
I am shocked with the judge’s decision. I am shocked that living with 2 brain tumors and a rare hereditary cancer syndrome doesn’t call for any compassion, support, understanding, anything.
The “advocate” told me yesterday that in reading the judge’s 23 page report of my denial, I told one of my doctors in January 2014 I was having hot flashes but wanted to work. (I had a hysterectomy the month earlier. I had to endure forced surgical menopause. Of course I had hot flashes! Plus, my brain was a hell of a lot different in 2014 than it is today. It was better then. Things were better then.)
So our trusted government servant made his decision (partly) on what I said over 3 years ago.
I guess I’ve learned to never tell my doctor anything.