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( No Sad Work Story, Just Estel Melt-Down )

TL;DR: I am too young to be having a mid-life crisis but think maybe I'm having one anyway.  I suppose it's not surprising--I've spent the last twenty years with the one goal of Become A Vet and now I'm trying to figure out what to do (other than work) since I've succeeded at that.  Having to deal with the second-class citizen status of LGBT relationships on top of that and a cold just makes me want to crawl away somewhere and hide until the world goes away.  But I can't, because the insurance people tell me bad things will happen to those I love.  >.<  *desperately wants to just be able to bite problems and make them go away*