48 and blank to go

So I turned 48 yesterday and this particular past year is not one to celebrate. I feel more as if I don't want to even remember it.Tell you what, trying earning a living with one leg is starting to get a little disconcerting , at least a little. For some reason at this middle to later stage of life I am convinced that I can retrain myself to continue to somewhat impact my surroundings and others at least a little bit positively.
The Social Security Administration and RSA concerns showed me just how useless they can be. The latter insisting that in my present condition they needed to see a medical release in order to retrain me to return to work. The former, however, insists that I am not disabled and should return to work as soon as possible.
Perhaps I just need to let this sink in or filter through or whatever process will take place in time. Have to not think about this for just now. Perhaps some vodka will incapacitate me for a small time. I shall now repair to that and try not to remember the past year.