Hi Aime and everyone:
Here's the beer fact for today from the 365 days of beer calendar: According to historians, The Aztecs prohibited drunkenness except for those who were 53 years of age or older.
Oh good, now I can get drunk! I'm 53! I may have to do that when I get home tonight. Unfortunately, we have a review tonight, so it'll be late. (Oh, and getting drunk for me is about one beer, maybe two ... doesn't take much anymore.)
That's the only good news I have today. It has been a bummer of a day. I decided I had to do something about my finances ... I just can't live much longer on this budget. I had hoped my bankruptcy attorney would give me some good news. I thought I would be out of bankruptcy by July ... nope! It's a whole year more, actually. I still owe $10,500 on my unsecured credits. The good news (if there is any good news) is all my secured creditors are paid ... other than my mortgage, which is ongoing. But I'm going to be stuck in Chap. 13 bankruptcy for another year and getting half a paycheck. The paralegal who was handling my case said I could rework my budget, but that would mean the payments would stretch out longer, and this has lasted long enough. I don't even know how I'm going to make some payments I need to make now by the end of the month.
The other chore for today was to call the ortho doc and chew him out. I spent a good 45 minutes to an hour over the weekend every day (including today) exercising, cycling, doing my PT exercises, leg lifts, strenghtening, etc. See, I can't even go to the Y because I owe them money and can't pay them. So I'm working out diligently at home. And I'm still in pain most of the time. I talked to the nurse and chewed her out. I said if the doctor can't help me feel better, then I'm going to find one who can. I didn't have this surgery to be in pain while I'm sitting at work all night or in pain while I'm in bed and wake up in the middle of the night and have to take a vicodin to get back to sleep. I'm sick of this. I'm getting very depressed about my situation, both with the pain and the finances.
And then there's my computer. I want it back. I want to be able to communicate, but I can't because I don't have my computer at home and I have to wait to get to work to communicate. And then I can't e-mail except from my work e-mail, because for some reason, the e-mail program from yahoo doesn't allow me to respond at work (must be something work is doing to me). I wanted to get online this morning and "talk" to y'all when I was upset, but I couldn't, so instead, I sat there and cried, and then I started popping peanuts in my mouth ... then I thought, why am I doing this, I'm not hungry, I'm upset. So I put the peanuts down (at least they were nutritious ... it could have been cookies!) I could yell at the computer geek, but then I can't afford to pay him, and I know his wife had surgery with complications, so I feel stupid yelling at him about the computer. Still, I wish he would have worked on the computer while I was on vacation, like he said he would, so I could have gotten my computer back.
All this frustration has been bottled up all weekend with nowhere to go because I have no computer ... so this weekend I stayed home, watched baseball, did some projects around the house, read, did laundry, stripped the beds of the flannel sheets, spent time with the kitties. Just a nice relaxing weekend and I enjoyed it, but I had hoped for better news today. Oh, ortho doc's appointment is Wednesday. He better do something more than send me to PT ... or give me a reason that PT is going to do something for me, because it sure didn't do anything for me the last time ( and the therapist admitted there was nothing more he could do).
Well, I know this is long, and I'm sorry for venting so much. I know you folks must be tired of reading about my pains and my financial woes (and I know I'm to blame for all of them). Sorry I just had to vent somewhere.