01/23/2025
Life is like bungee jumping: the higher/harder you fall, the further you rise.
At rock bottom these days. Just waiting for the rope to spring back up.
After taking some time to FINALLY catch my breath, I'd like to share my current situation with all of you, My Diabetic Lifers. Buckle up, Buttercups, and grab your popcorn cause it's a long one.
Those of you who know me personally know that I admittedly have many faults. Well, a completely poor financial decision I made in Feb 2024 landed Mom and I with a car we could in no way afford when the transmission blew in our good ole Corolla and it had to be replaced.
After replacing the Corolla with an expensive RAV4, it QUICKLY became apparent that our rent, which we'd been struggling with for a while anyway due to CRIPPLING medical expensives, car payment, collection agencies, HORRIFIC economy, special gluten free food expenses, rising utility bills, AD NAUSEUM was going to break us.
Neither of us had good credit, or cash to replace the Corolla when it went out. And with our many trips to doctors and/or hosp/ER vists, I felt pressured to replace it with whatever they'd qualify me for immediately.
As a result of the RAV4 being way more than we could afford, it was repossessed. Afterward, it was auctioned off and I had to pay off the outstanding balance immediately, which put us further and further behind on rent that had increased yet again for the 5th year in a row. Financial debt continued to snowball downhill fast at that point.
Eventually, we wound up two months behind on rent and were Evicted out on the street literally with everything we own in dozens and dozens of 42 gal, black, garbage bags. I'm a hoarder, we had two weeks and zero help other than my boyfriend who worked/stressed so hard he contracted DEBILITATING shingles lesions on the chest/back/side.
The people who did the Forcible Eviction (Constable's Office here in the Commonwealth of KY) began when I wasn't even home. The photos from this post are from some of the stuff on the curb. Or I may put them in the Comments section.
That Sun night, Mom was Admitted to the hosp so the next morning (Mon) I went to her hosp to see her and while I was there they told my boyfriend to leave the premises immediately, wouldn't let him grab my insulin or Rx meds and then just threw it all out in the trash. Oh, we tried to get everything we could and have DOZENS of 42 gal black garbage bags throughout three storage units. But if you recall the scene @ the end of Indiana Jones where they hide the Ark or the Covenant in a single wooden crate but in a giant storeroom FULL of crates and so it disappears...... Well, you get the idea. I can't find anything right now.
As of tonight, Mom is still Admitted to the hosp. Her next steps are uncertain, but it appears some friends of hers are taking her in to prevent her from being sent to The Salvation Army after she's discharged from the hosp any day now.
You see, even though I myself was Admitted to the hosp on WED because I had no insulin/meds or any way to get them for 2 weeks I still walked over to Mom's hosp room daily and worked with her hosp social worker to get her a skilled nursing care bed for after she left the hosp. They found her a nursing home bed for the rest of her natural days on Earth and all she had to was 1) agree to turn over all her assets to the home and 2) switch from Medicare to Medicaid insurance and she was approved to do just that.
But when the nursing home themselves called Mom directly about her bed that we'd worked so hard to get her and that could not be replaced.... She chose to TURN IT DOWN!!! So, of course, they gave her only nursing home bed away. She chose that for herself and now has to face her own consequences, unfortunately. Especially as I'm in no position to help anyone right now.
And before you ask no, she does not have any form of dementia/Alzheimer's whatsoever. When she stayed with my sister for four months in the Summer/Fall of 2023 she was re-evaluated by her Neurologist and was found to have only age-related, average memory loss. So she knew what conversation she was having. And if she didn't she could've told them to call me which I had reminded her of each time I'd visit.
Phew.... I know I warned you in advance, My Diabetic Lifers, but this post took forever. I'm going to break off from here. Suffice it to say, that my boyfriend/I are warm/safe tonight too with friends and will begin again tomorrow to try to ensure our survival for another day.
