Government Shutdown : The Story Of Eva
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Hey,
Guess who needs money? Did you guess me? If so, congratulations. Your prize is a donation to me! Because seriously, I need money.
You might be asking yourself, “Now hold on a ding dang minute Eva. Don’t you own your own gold factory and didn’t I see you at that professional hooperball game with Jay Z not that long ago?”
1. I have never owned a gold factory
2. That was Beyonce
3. You’re high
But good news! If you can afford drugs that means you can also afford to donate some money to me. Because unlike Beyonce, I really really really need it right now. Normally I wouldn’t ask for any help, because usually due to my fairly serious disabilities, I get some subsidies from the government which allow me to do glamorous things like eat, take medicine, feed my child, and not die.
However, currently thanks to our billionare president, I am no getting any food aid this month. I have tried getting Mexico to pay for this, but unfortunately, that did NOT pan out very well. So again, please if you can… help me.
Additionally, my health bills have been piling up thanks to the impeccable healthcare system we have in this country. Fortunately, I am receiving child support from the father of my… oh wait, breaking news, no I’m not. So in addition to having to take care of myself while on heart and nerve medications for my MS, I also need to provide for my daughter.
And I am trying. I really am, but see when you’ve got as many lesions on your brain as I do, trying isn’t as simple as 1, 2, 3. It’s more like ½, oh this hurts, ow, ¾, I need medicine, I can’t get any, oh no, ⅝, crap am I going backwards? Fractions are hard. Where am I? Is that David Bowie? Oh Christ, it’s a live badger. How did a badger get in here? Maybe it will be friendly. Oh no, it’s not. Help!
Also, I now apparently need money for badger removal.
Not really, but I am very serious about everything else.
I love all of you and I do not like to ask for help. I didn’t want to ask for help. And if it was just me, I probably wouldn’t be asking for help…but a certain best friend Chad Nelson whipped this up to encourage me to ask.
But more importantly there is a little lifeform involved that is depending on me. And right now, I am putting pride aside to throw out a lifeline hoping someone can grab hold and help pull me in.
Please, all joking aside, if you can help, it would mean a lot to myself and my daughter Arya. I am just trying to get through February when hopefully they will flip the switch to turn America back on.
Thank you for reading, or donating, or sharing. I hope you laughed. I also hope you can help. <3
*** Update: I have received my food stamps this month and deducted it from the money that will help with some of the medical bills. Yay for food stamps! Boo for medical bills....
Guess who needs money? Did you guess me? If so, congratulations. Your prize is a donation to me! Because seriously, I need money.
You might be asking yourself, “Now hold on a ding dang minute Eva. Don’t you own your own gold factory and didn’t I see you at that professional hooperball game with Jay Z not that long ago?”
1. I have never owned a gold factory
2. That was Beyonce
3. You’re high
But good news! If you can afford drugs that means you can also afford to donate some money to me. Because unlike Beyonce, I really really really need it right now. Normally I wouldn’t ask for any help, because usually due to my fairly serious disabilities, I get some subsidies from the government which allow me to do glamorous things like eat, take medicine, feed my child, and not die.
However, currently thanks to our billionare president, I am no getting any food aid this month. I have tried getting Mexico to pay for this, but unfortunately, that did NOT pan out very well. So again, please if you can… help me.
Additionally, my health bills have been piling up thanks to the impeccable healthcare system we have in this country. Fortunately, I am receiving child support from the father of my… oh wait, breaking news, no I’m not. So in addition to having to take care of myself while on heart and nerve medications for my MS, I also need to provide for my daughter.
And I am trying. I really am, but see when you’ve got as many lesions on your brain as I do, trying isn’t as simple as 1, 2, 3. It’s more like ½, oh this hurts, ow, ¾, I need medicine, I can’t get any, oh no, ⅝, crap am I going backwards? Fractions are hard. Where am I? Is that David Bowie? Oh Christ, it’s a live badger. How did a badger get in here? Maybe it will be friendly. Oh no, it’s not. Help!
Also, I now apparently need money for badger removal.
Not really, but I am very serious about everything else.
I love all of you and I do not like to ask for help. I didn’t want to ask for help. And if it was just me, I probably wouldn’t be asking for help…but a certain best friend Chad Nelson whipped this up to encourage me to ask.
But more importantly there is a little lifeform involved that is depending on me. And right now, I am putting pride aside to throw out a lifeline hoping someone can grab hold and help pull me in.
Please, all joking aside, if you can help, it would mean a lot to myself and my daughter Arya. I am just trying to get through February when hopefully they will flip the switch to turn America back on.
Thank you for reading, or donating, or sharing. I hope you laughed. I also hope you can help. <3
*** Update: I have received my food stamps this month and deducted it from the money that will help with some of the medical bills. Yay for food stamps! Boo for medical bills....
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Eva Petrakos
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Waterford, MI
