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| Once again, my life is unraveling. When my husband & I went to sign the new apartment lease, we were told our income is too high after all. As a tax credit complex, they have to include my child support as "potential income". It doesn't matter that my jackass ex-husband quit paying it when he remarried last year or that he owes over 20K. (This is the same ridiculous rule that disqualifies Ravyn for Medicaid & the state children's health insurance plan.) Between the overtime, my husband occasionally works & my non-existent $1,000 a month we don't qualify. This housing crisis is only going to get worse and we still have to move in two weeks. Most of the other apartments are for low-income families. There are three that aren't, but they don't allow pets, and finding a 2 bedroom is nearly impossible. One has a 9-month waiting list. The only silver lining is that the woman told us landlords are required to allow an emotional support animal and cannot ask for a pet deposit. Presto! I went on-line, paid $150 to have a virtual visit with a mental health worker and our Trixie is no longer a pet. Now she's an ESA, a valued companion that helps me cope with my bi-polar craziness. Of course, as soon as I was feeling good about the situation, darkness descended. My husband called me from work to come to get him because his knee was bothering him so badly he could barely walk. It's swollen as big as a melon. I honestly have no idea what's going to happen to us when September arrives. |
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but seems to be okay today. I worry about my poor circulation, scrub my toes with a soft bristle brush, watch discoloration come and go. I probably need new arteries or veins but hey... "Heathcare" USA (enough said?). I may be better off trying something here in Thailand. But still... wish I lived in a country that had adequate patient based healthcare. Thailand and Taiwan mostly do, but I can't access it. First world systems like Europe, Canada and Australia do, but again, I can't access it.