do you have any idea how it feels to beg someone to let you barter with them for your child’s care? I have office skills, I will clean their house. I’ll work their garden, I’ll knit something wonderful…. I’ll do anything.
To really beg….omg I want to crawl into a hole. No answer, they’ll look at the x-rays and see if they can try a different treatment and get back to me. I just want someone to lift this shit off my shoulders and fix things. I hate when this stuff moves towards PEAK again. Foreclosure, peak, dental care, peak, cats, peak, my fears are freaking eating me alive. Steve’s health, peak. My health, peak. Goddamn. How much more can we take?
The hardest part is there is no safe place to say how I really feel… there is never a safe place.