I am slightly superstitious. I was raised that way, even though as an adult I don’t put a lot of faith in to superstitions. But it was Friday the 13th. I KNEW something was going to happen. I just didn’t expect for my husband to lose his job.
I am trying to leave it in God’s hands, but being a worrier it’s really hard not to stress about it. We JUST got caught up on the bills we were behind on from me being out of work. I just got approved for disability 3 months ago. I don’t bring in enough money to support us.
So, now what? This year was actually looking up with me getting approved and not being hospitalized for anything. I started therapy, I’ve been seeing my psychiatrist. And now I am going to be without health insurance, without money to pay for my prescriptions. And all this at a point where I am a little rocky anyways and going through some med changes.
David was supposed to be having surgery, looks like that’s not going to happen now either. Although, it would be a good time since he wouldn’t miss work. HAHA.
So, now we get to start over again.