Muscadines, scuppernongs, and other fresh from the vine grapes (not supermarket grown) pulp pops outta the skin whole. I feel like I could do that. That my skin is too tight, that I'm ripe to pop outta my skin, is how I've felt for about a week now. Sometimes I got it under control, and can endure. Then there are those times when it is unbearable. Yet I do bear up, cuz the alternative is not even an option.
Not at this time.
Tomorrow, I will take my counselor all my documents pertaining to this ongoing battle with the Dept of Edu regarding the discharge of my student loans. I qualify, under their own stated policy. But we have been fussing over the same stage for about a year now (actually, closer to two). There is one step past this, and that is not a problem.
The standard delaying tactics are wearing my nerves thin and my skin thinner. My mind is more muddled. The noise in my head is ratcheted up, amped to a continuous roar with mind-splitting shards driving deep.
It is killing me.