Yesterday my doc informed me that I can look forward to six weeks of recovery, meaning six weeks of horrid fatigue that makes it damn near impossible to do all I have to do in terms of social services.
“It was serious and major surgery you went through,” she explained. “It will take some time to fully heal.”
I am so accustomed to running off to medical appointments and tests that I awoke at four this morning worried that I had to get out of bed to meet a pending appointment. After awakening fully, I realized that I do not have another appointment until this Friday afternoon.
Yesterday I went through $100 in record time: after paying down my bill at the doc’s office [leaving a $10 balance], picking up household and medical supplies at the dollar store on Sunset, prescription meds at CVS, and a few paltry groceries, I am now, once again, flat broke and busted with nine more days to go before my next SSD payday.