So perhaps unsurprisingly The State has seen fit to deny my initial disability claim despite actual medical evidence going back to childhood. Now I must hire a lawyer and appeal. The lawyer gets paid a steep cut, but only if they win. Tight little scam they got going there. In the meantime I must find some sort of part time work that won't burn me out, pays under a grand a month, and doesn't mind flexible scheduling for my various doctor and psych appointments.
On the bright side a heat treatment of the building and a follow up spray have put the bed bug situation to rest. For now anyway I am able to sleep in my own bed in the room that I have rented for so long. Better yet I managed to swap my shitty bed for a relatively more comfortable futon. Other than the despair, impoverishment, frustration, and clinical depression I'm much more comfortable now.