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Money (lack thereof) is dancing on my head, and depression is dancing on my head, and I'm sure they're in some way related. I keep ending up in these situations a week or a week and a half before payday where I have $100 to last 10 days, or $45 to last a week, and none of it is due to carelessness. We just don't have enough coming in. So the least little pressure in any part of my life makes me cry -- or sometimes it doesn't have to be pressure. I cry when I leave home in the morning, and I cry when I get home at night. I cry at work.
Work is fine but crazy-busy coming up to the first day of class (Monday), and my fall intern punked out on me, isn't coming. But I'm also worrying about what kind of health insurance they'll be able to provide, since the clock is ticking on our Medicaid (we only have it until September 30). Any kind of co-pay is simply going to murder us. Barry is already going to food pantries a few times a month.
Then again, I sometimes stop eating almost entirely when things get like this. My appetite just vanishes, although I do eat well maybe once every couple of days.
I saw the GYN last night (boys, you may want to stop reading here), hoping to finally get hormone replacement therapy to help my lichen schlerosis, among other things. Girls who have joined since I last wrote about this (boys, I repeat: you really don't want to read this) is a condition frequently found in post-menopausal women when the vaginal skin gets dry and thin, there is often pain and bleeding, and the skin turns whitish (the "lichen" part). This is now the fourth GYN I've seen in this practice (mostly because of scheduling, not because any of them was bad). I've had one cream that didn't do anything, another that helped symptoms, and the last doctor recommended hormone replacement therapy. HRT appealed to me a lot because I figured it would either help or slow things like dry skin and thinning hair. But my regular doctor said that my liver enzyme counts were high and he didn't want me to start the drug. So I lost ten pounds, took another blood test, and was pronounced good to go. (My liver enzymes tend to go up when my weight is high.) So the doctor last night gave me a prescription for the HRT -- YAY! He did, however, say, "They told you that you shouldn't be eating tomatoes or spicy foods, right?" no, none of the other three doctors had told me that. Suck-o. Just when the good tomatoes are out, too. There's another fine excuse to cry. And believe me, I'll be crying a lot of Medicaid won't cover the HRT.
I'm having dinner with Robin tomorrow night -- I tried to cancel earlier in the week because I didn't have the money, but she said she'd pick up the tab. I don't have money to eat out. I don't have money to buy The Herbal Remedy, which I think I'm giving up anyway -- or at least cutting down to weekends only.
Even though Barry does quite a lot around the house, I'd gladly take on half of those chores if he got a job. I'm really sick of him not bringing any money in. It puts a huge burden on me, and I always have to be the bad guy, saying he can't buy soda, or chips, or ice cream. He still doesn't get the food-isn't-entertainment thing. Food is to sustain you, if you can get it. We can get enough food to live, but not for fun.
Work is fine but crazy-busy coming up to the first day of class (Monday), and my fall intern punked out on me, isn't coming. But I'm also worrying about what kind of health insurance they'll be able to provide, since the clock is ticking on our Medicaid (we only have it until September 30). Any kind of co-pay is simply going to murder us. Barry is already going to food pantries a few times a month.
Then again, I sometimes stop eating almost entirely when things get like this. My appetite just vanishes, although I do eat well maybe once every couple of days.
I saw the GYN last night (boys, you may want to stop reading here), hoping to finally get hormone replacement therapy to help my lichen schlerosis, among other things. Girls who have joined since I last wrote about this (boys, I repeat: you really don't want to read this) is a condition frequently found in post-menopausal women when the vaginal skin gets dry and thin, there is often pain and bleeding, and the skin turns whitish (the "lichen" part). This is now the fourth GYN I've seen in this practice (mostly because of scheduling, not because any of them was bad). I've had one cream that didn't do anything, another that helped symptoms, and the last doctor recommended hormone replacement therapy. HRT appealed to me a lot because I figured it would either help or slow things like dry skin and thinning hair. But my regular doctor said that my liver enzyme counts were high and he didn't want me to start the drug. So I lost ten pounds, took another blood test, and was pronounced good to go. (My liver enzymes tend to go up when my weight is high.) So the doctor last night gave me a prescription for the HRT -- YAY! He did, however, say, "They told you that you shouldn't be eating tomatoes or spicy foods, right?" no, none of the other three doctors had told me that. Suck-o. Just when the good tomatoes are out, too. There's another fine excuse to cry. And believe me, I'll be crying a lot of Medicaid won't cover the HRT.
I'm having dinner with Robin tomorrow night -- I tried to cancel earlier in the week because I didn't have the money, but she said she'd pick up the tab. I don't have money to eat out. I don't have money to buy The Herbal Remedy, which I think I'm giving up anyway -- or at least cutting down to weekends only.
Even though Barry does quite a lot around the house, I'd gladly take on half of those chores if he got a job. I'm really sick of him not bringing any money in. It puts a huge burden on me, and I always have to be the bad guy, saying he can't buy soda, or chips, or ice cream. He still doesn't get the food-isn't-entertainment thing. Food is to sustain you, if you can get it. We can get enough food to live, but not for fun.
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