Who would have thought it would take so much medicine to make me feel ALMOST better?
BOA is still being DouchebagKing. Dragging us forward yet again because they want proof that arrangements have been made for both leins on our house by the GA ST Taxes. All I have is the Page I print out from the collection agency saying sporadic payments accepted. That is the arrangement we have with them. BOA has been unhelpful this whole time. I could spit. Even G is stressed now. He doesn’t know if his classes will be messed up for college and it’s hard on him with his Asperger’s to let things go and just wait for answers. I’ve promised him a new computer FIRST if I get disability. Poor baby. This shouldn’t be part of a kid’s growing up experience.
There is a small town called Littleton, NC where the rent is very low. I wonder what it’s like? I am just thinking out loud. I hate to burden anybody. I do get the brainfog. Sometimes I wonder if Steve doesn’t have the same thing. He forgets stuff too, he has IBS. He suffers depression, and he seems to hurt all the time but he won’t admit it.