Wasn't able to make it in tonight. I was forced to stay home by veiled threats. My father came back over just as I was walking out the door to head to work. He had went and bought me some diet Cokes. He saw the uniform and immediately knew I had a job. We argued furiously. His biggest concern was me not thinking correctly and losing my Medicare part D coverage. Medicare part D pays the full $2000 of my medication's cost. Dad said any increase in my income and they would no longer pay. I had the biggest anxiety attack after he left. I laid in the bed and cried my heart and eyes out. It took an hour for me to get over my attack. They are so physical with me seeing things out of my periphery vision. My heart will race and my throat will grow incredibly dry. I am going to bed. I took all six Benadryl tonight in an effort to "medicate" my anxiety. I might not write for a few days due to embarrassment. I feel like such a schmuck for hyping this job so much. I'm as bad as "The Homeless Guy." And I was so critical of him not keeping his job. What goes around comes around.
On a positive note, Dad strongly encouraged me to go the vocational rehabilitation route. He will support that. They will work with Social Security to ensure I keep my benefits he said.