Apparently they've been trying to hide our financial situation from me. As in we are in the red. Monthly. Fuck.
Of course I get the bare minimum in foods, no extras like magazines or coffee, library books only, use as little electricity as possible.... So I'm cutting back on my one luxury - massages (if you talked to me for 10 minutes you'd know why they are there) are being cut in half.
I spend my weeks looking forward to them. They are the ONLY thing in my life that I have to look forward to on a regular basis. I know I'm horribly spoiled for having them, but considering the fact that I wake up in pain throughout the night....they've been a lifesaver.
Next - therapy. Cutting back there as well. Sessions are being halved. Already called my T. Same with the CMT.
I won't mention the other stuff... less significant, but still gone.
The job and volunteer situation is a whole different mess for another day. It is simply too much to cope with all at one time. Especially minutes after getting home following my massage & therapy. Yep, THAT is when this lovely truth was revealed to me.
And guess who made that error in judgement?
The Daft And Dense one. That is who.
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