Mental Health Support

We will be moving by fall of 2025. Every single holiday this year will be the last time we celebrate it in this house. Every single holiday this year has been very nerve wracking because of it. I don't know what we are going to do. Each holiday reminds me that our time here is growing short. It is not pleasant.

My husband got insurance from his work, so now at least we both have it. Because he is not full time, and because the higher ups hate him, he pays for it even as it is a reduced rate. Now all I have to do is convince the great Stone Face to go to the damned doctor and actually tell him about the issues he is having. ("Anything you need to tell me about, Mr. Baldymate?" "No." )

Starting to have those chest twinges again. Not complaining. It has been five years since I had my quad bypass. Five borrowed years. No reason to whine about getting an extension, no matter how long it turns out to be. I doubt I would survive another bypass. I doubt I will last much longer as things are. But, America wanted for profit healthcare to the exclusion of any other option, so this is the card I have ben dealt.

And, that is how I am doing.