Over the years, I got sicker and sicker, with "metal poisoning" (mercury, cadmium,..).
Turns out, I lived in an area which was built over an old landfill.
No threat to public health, they said.
According to the city officials, things were A-OK, as long as you didn't eat any garden-grown fruit or vegetables, and didn't "work the soil".

By then, I had lost 30 pounds, weighing a clean 100 pounds.
I couldn't work anymore, didn't have the strength to work 12 hour days anymore, and the poisoning affected my concentration, too.
I lost my job, the insurance company found a loophole and canceled my insurance so they didn't have to pay a dime.
It kind of cascades on you. You can't work anymore, bills pile up, you no longer have the money to move, you get bogged down.
Friends dump you like a stale donut. You have to sell off parts of your collection to make ends meet.
After several hard years, we managed to move to the country, and I'm glad to say the poisons have "left the building". City officials claim there's no connection between "moving away" and "getting better".
In my old street, 5 households (that I know of) still have the symptoms. That's just one street, mind you.
The down part: some damage is permanent. I'm no longer the man I used to be. Concentrating and working normal days is still not possible. Before, I was a pretty good writer, with two books finished. My third is now taking me forever. I have organized SciFi cons, acted in plays, worked 18 hours days like there was no tomorrow.
That's all gone now.
Yeah, sometimes the **** rains down so hard, you need a hat.
And mine goes off to my fellow laid-off guys and girls.
But one day, we will have our revenge....

Keep on fighting, boys and girls.
I know I am!
And now, please; on to some more uplifting news...


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