I get notice that his health insurance has been canceled.
Two of his prescriptions including one for his heart are
being held by the pharmacy because the co-pay has gone from $25 to $650 and
they want to make sure we intend to pay before releasing the meds.
I get a notice from the State of Oregon that my bond rider
has gone up the $250,000, and I have to send in new paperwork.
I drive my sister to pick up her very first new car.
I pay 27 different bills out of 3 different check books,
none of them mine.
My brother has been kidnapped by scientologists in Michigan
and I have to get him back.
I decide to commit myself to a 5K run in 6 weeks.
This should be an exciting and stressful day for a normal
human person.
For me it was just Monday, Just another day. They are all like this, filled with
emergencies. No wonder I can’t cook a
healthy meal or get the laundry done.
On Wednesday I slept for 14.5 hours. I shouldn't feel guilty about this but I do. Just think of all the things I could have gotten done if I had been awake?
