Update RE: hip fracture, loss of income, pending eviction and two sweet kitties
Last edited Fri May 13, 2016, 04:26 AM - Edit history (8)
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Someone contributed the remaining amount.
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[font size=4][font color=red] Update: $723.00 received
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Urgent Financial Assistance Requested
Yes, I am still struggling with the broken hip and the fiscal ‘hit’ which followed and intensified it.
The original thread is here.
My immediate need is to pay rent by noon on Mon. 5/9, and prevent the locks from being changed on my apt. If you are able, I would appreciate any assistance you could give.
The remaining amount needed to prevent my eviction in $390.
Please, if you can help, I'll be so grateful for your assistance. Thank you.
I have $52 dollars on hand. I still need to raise $723 by noon on Mon. the 9th. This is to cover rent and late fees. I've been selling stuff and some friends have helped me (as much as they were able). I’ve been picking and choosing what bills to pay, trying to keep the electricity on, the internet connected, and some food for the kitties and me (and I?)… I also paid car insurance.
I am once again on the verge of being evicted from my apartment. My financial problems are as tenuous as they were before. I just haven’t been able to make enough money and cover my bills. **However, if I can get through May, I will have a place to go at that time (& move out of here).
I wasn’t able to move out of my apt. the end of March as I hoped to do. I just wasn’t physically able to pack and get it done. My recovery has had a few hiccups along the way.
On March 15th I saw the Dr. and was cleared to bear weight (but still not full weight) on my leg and begin using a quad cane. It was freeing to only have to use one hand with a cane after needing both hands for the walker. I felt good - this was progress! Yeah! Within 5-6 days, an old injury (partially torn rotator cuff) began hurting, on the side that holds the cane. I didn’t realize at first what was going on. That injury is about 24 yrs old and it hadn’t bothered me in ages. Soon the pain was extreme and pretty constant. It kept me awake and I could barely use it. I went back to using the walker (and even the walker hurt my shoulder).
I was referred to Ortho for the shoulder but the soonest I could get in was May 3rd. They put me on a waitlist and I ended up being able to get in last week on the 26th. I received a cortisone injection and am now pleased to report it’s helping! It took about 4 days before I felt any change. It’s not back to normal yet, but hopefully soon.
Later in March, I had a bout of bronchitis which lasted about 2-½ wks. I don’t smoke and can’t remember ever having a cough and junk like that in my lungs, or waking up unable to breathe. Horrible.
In mid April I had the final x-rays taken (of my hip) and was OK’d for full weight bearing on the leg. Unfortunately the outpatient physical therapy was interrupted by bronchitis and the old shoulder injury and inflammation, so I'm behind and need to catch up.
I really hope I can stay in this apartment through May. If I have to be out on Mon., I don’t know what I’ll do or where I‘ll go (+ the cats). I don’t even have enough money to rent a storage unit and move my stuff out of here. I'm feeling so much anxiety. On the 20th I'm getting a payment that I'll use for moving.
It’s been a bumpy road since I broke my hip, and that’s only magnified the money problems. I’m going to keep moving forward best I can. I HAVE to. I really hope that in several months, my situation will be better. I’ll still be paying off bills but my living expenses will be lower, and I should have a consistent work schedule by then, and the ability to work it. I will appreciate any help you can offer at all. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
My sincere thanks to any and all who are able to donate and would like to help me. Truly!
Paypal email address: dancingwithluna@theriver.com.
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As strange as it sounds, a lot of folks would be more likely to bust out $$$ for the kittehs than for another person. Go figure. 
Sad, if you ask me. 
right?
Am I in the wrong place?
But seriously, I know what you mean.
Meow! 
and the hug! 
hugs are very good 
Thank you so much!
I will send a small amount to help when I get home tonight. I just lost a dear friend (RushIsRot) and have been helping his son deal with his hoarded home, so my schedule is warped. I can't afford much, but I will send what I can.
Many, many DUers that I've never "met" IRL helped me when I had severe sciatica, and was bedridden for nearly five weeks. I am confident that you will get help.
a lot! 
I really appreciate it.
The first clear sign of relief was about 4 days in. The PA told me afterwards that the cortisone is mixed with lidocane so I should feel some relief within 20 minutes or so (which will wear off). I didn't notice the lidocaine helping, so I was worried the cortisone wouldn't either.
Anyway, it's working now ~ yeah!
Thanks for posting!
Don't feel bad.
Last edited Sun May 8, 2016, 07:22 PM - Edit history (1)
but for me there's a sense of shame involved...
How could you let this happen? (the financial stuff, not the hip)
You should've planned better
You should've been smarter
You should've gotten married
etc etc etc.
It's my Dad's voice, along with much of the RW ideology. My Dad who didn't want me to go to college because "it's a waste". Girls just get married and have babies. (that's verbatim) He actually *forbid* me from going to college. Not kidding. My Mom went to college and he pointed to her as an example, "Your mother went to college but did she use her education? No, she got married and had babies..."
He didn't say this in front of her. I told her years later after he was gone and she was quite surprised.
Anyway, one voice in my head is rational, calming, puts it in perspective and tries to think constructively and find a way forward, but there's always the other voice that comes in when I feel weaker and vulnerable. Like now.
Just to finish the saga: I did go to college. I went to my Mom's school. I got a couple of scholarships, added work-aid grants, and Grandpa (her father) loaned me the rest.
My Dad was the product of his background. One of 13 children, a poor immigrant family. Supposedly his father who I never met, was a brutal man when he drank *and he liked to drink. My Dad never drank. He married a 'well-to-do' beauty and refused any help from her family. Too proud. Had to do it on his own.
edit to add: He was a decent man who retired from the Air Force, and then retired from the Post Office. He believed that the husband raises the boys and the wife raises the girls. So he didn't know me and I didn't know him. Very outdated unhealthy model for childrearing and marriage, right?
Sorry, I didn't expect all that to come out but it was somewhat cathartic.
Thanks again.
