12 painful stairs to a tiny room. Each step felt like I couldn’t cry any more than I did one step earlier. I made it up the stairs and laid on the air mattress with a slow leak and asked myself, “is it worth it?” can’t I just stop taking meds and let nature take its course in a matter of days? Then the real me took a breath! I was reminded that this is very temporary. I’m with friends who, though of humble means truly love me. And honestly, I’d rather be here than in a nursing home with workers who like me but who don’t do half of what they should.
The latest drama / trauma is that my insurance won’t preauthorize the blood thinner medicine. Long story short, I have to travel every single day to get a shot at a clinic bc it’s the only way my insurance will administer the arixtra shot. If I get it outside the clinic it’ll be $1200 every two weeks! I’ve been traveling 4 hours daily for a one min shot at the cancer and hematology center. I’ll do this daily until insurance figures this out.
Today I got a hold of some good CBD. I spent $155 on the oil, pen and pure something or other. I can’t remember the name. The white powder requires heat, thus the pen, but the hemp oil does not use heat. I started both today and intend to continue them so as not to so heavily lean on the major pain killers given to me.
Getting back to my living situation, less room with love makes me feel cramped but not suicidal. The pain and insurance ordeal made me question going on. I know I will ask again, why go on? Again I’ll have an answer. I really want to live.
This isn’t going to be easy here bc my room is up 12 stairs and I’ve got literally 5 feet by 3 feet of living space. This won’t be easy but if I keep things in perspective, if I remember I have hope then I can do this, too.
I’ll let myself cry and crumble. I’ll let myself ask why, but I won’t let myself give up.