School week #1 in the books, moving forward

I am happy to say that School week number 1 is in the books. I just finished my first quiz in years, and even though it was a take home quiz I tested my knowledge of the material and I'm hoping I did well. Now to find ways to make some extra money for gas this week. I'll make due though, even if I have to walk to Dickson City from Wilkes Barre I'll do it, Or hell maybe I'll sleep in my car. Its not that bad though, and I'm sure I can make it just fine. Everything happens for a reason, and I always make due no matter what shitty hand I'm dealt... No more self pity, no more internal struggle, just me working towards getting my degree, becoming a Lab Technician, and then moving onto my masters, then my doctorate. Look out world, The Glen, is evolving into Mr. Glen, and then to Doctor Glen.

Pissed off doesn't even begin to describe it...

As the title implies, I'm pissed. For a long time I have been fighting tooth and nail to find some sort of help with affording the things I require to help with my MS. Numerous times I have been told I do not meet the criteria, I'm the wrong sex, I'm the wrong ethnicity. Recently, I made the leap into going back to school, just to prove that people with MS can do anything that anyone else can do. In another leap, I decided to ask for help from several of the foundations out there designed (supposedly) for people with MS who are floundering and or struggling in todays economy and the way that the world is right now. After I attempted to get this help, do you know what I got? Phone Calls pleading for donations for people who are struggling with MS. Pleading with my wife and I to get as much help in assisting these people as possible. After the 4th phone call I flew off the handle and called back leaving a message. "I have had MS for 7 years, and I have never been asked if I required assistance. I have a hard enough time making ends meet being on the meager funding that I have, yet I do not beg borrow and steal to help my family. I barely have enough money to afford the expensive and rarely useful medications that I am supposed to use. I would gladly give anything I could to other people with the same affliction as I have, yet I can barely make my own way. Explain to me, if you can, how this system is working?"
And yes, that is exactly what I said on the message I left, and frankly if it pisses people off, Go fuck yourself.