So. Percy the Painful Endometrial Polyp isn’t getting evicted right now.
Because I do not have $3,500 to throw at a hospital. It’s $500 down payment, plus $43 for a co-pay, in addition to the $644.39 I already paid to my doctor’s office. And that is just to get them to schedule the procedure.
So I am frustrated, angry and headed towards furious because I will continue to be in a hell of a lot of pain until I can afford to get this fixed. I am low on spoons and not writing as much as I could.
I’ve had to prioritize functionality and let Camp NaNoWriMo fall by the wayside in hopes of being able to keep up on day to day tasks.
It’s a game of chess. Sacrifice a pawn here to move a rook safely; shift a knight backwards to keep hold. It should be noted that I am absolutely terrible at chess, but love enough to have a purse-sized travel board that I carry with me. And! To continue the cheese chess gag: Percy will be checkmated, sooner or later.
I will keep going. I will work on getting the situation resolved. And I will strive to get back into my blogging schedule. But, like wearing matching socks, I can make no promises.
Love, laughter, and light is the motto. All the best, my lovely readers.