Except now he can't get into the building because his student card is dead.
Or get in anywhere else on campus.
Oh, and he also no longer has insurance.
Yup. The one thing we were hoping would hold out for this month is no longer, which kind of sort of really fucking SUCKS, because he needs expensive eye drops for his fucked up eye. Like, between $100-$200 for an ounce of medicine expensive. I know. I screeched, "WHAT THE FUCK?!" when I saw the actual prices. We were only paying between $10-25 on each of them (he has three eye drops and some pills). Now it will probably be about $500 (or more), which means the in-laws are probably going to have to be our back up funds for this.
I feel I should be shrieking in fury or wallowing in tears right now, but all I can do is laugh at the absurdity of these overpriced medicines. Seriously.
In other news, I'm still unemployed, unqualified, unskilled, etc. I have not received one nibble on any shit I've sent out. I'm working on an application (because it's like 80,000 pages long), so maybe that will bring something about. I think I'll also re-apply at Walgreen's again. Maybe they'll get the hint after my third application is filed.
The husband is also busting his ass trying to find employment, but all he has found is temp work and substitute teaching. Neither of which pay a living wage (or offer insurance.....that's really important, yo). He really wants to teach, and has some opportunities floating around, but they won't be a reality until August. So basically we're about a month away from good ol' welfare and whatever else the state can afford to give us. Welfare. Jesus.
If all of this fails, and nothing presents itself, we are sort of considering a move back to California. Neither of us want to, because that's a shit ton of money wasted, it's an expensive state, and we'd have to live with our parents again. Seeing that we're in our thirties, and (supposedly) responsible adults, we really don't want to do that, although I probably wouldn't cry if we had to move back.
I know it all sounds dramatic, but I'm actually not upset about it. A wee bit worried at the thought of moving, maybe, but everything else is just a minor nuisance. We certainly wouldn't be the first people to have to live off of the government for a bit. If (IF) we qualify for welfare/TANF, that means we get free healthcare. That means I wouldn't have to worry about prescriptions, and I could finally go figure out what the hell all these random aches and pains are in my body.
My body. It's rebelling. As I age, I can feel it more and more. I'm sure that not exercising for a long assed time has something to do with it. I'm ramping it up again, though. I know. I do this all the time, then I fall the fuck out and piss and moan about it. I'm trying not to, though. I know I need to change things, like NOW. So I'm working on it, slowly, so I don't get burnt out and quit.
My eating habits go back and forth. I still can't eat much, but it is more than I was eating before, so that sucks. I need a lap band fill, but I don't have the money or the insurance for it. So I'm just trying to hold on and do correct portion sizes, even if my mind is screaming (because it is not my body....I know that now) that it's hungry. No bitch, I already fed you. Shut the fuck up. So far I've stayed in the same spot, weight-wise, but that's not something to be thrilled about.
Now that I've gotten all of that out, I think I'll go veg on my bed. I hurt my knee yesterday doing jumping jacks. Those probably aren't a good thing to do when you're a fat ass and your tits are flying in your face (even with a bra on) and all that weight is landing on feet and knees. I need to find a better way to warm up. Maybe white people dancing.
Happy New Year! Maybe.
In other news, I'm still unemployed, unqualified, unskilled, etc. I have not received one nibble on any shit I've sent out. I'm working on an application (because it's like 80,000 pages long), so maybe that will bring something about. I think I'll also re-apply at Walgreen's again. Maybe they'll get the hint after my third application is filed.
The husband is also busting his ass trying to find employment, but all he has found is temp work and substitute teaching. Neither of which pay a living wage (or offer insurance.....that's really important, yo). He really wants to teach, and has some opportunities floating around, but they won't be a reality until August. So basically we're about a month away from good ol' welfare and whatever else the state can afford to give us. Welfare. Jesus.
If all of this fails, and nothing presents itself, we are sort of considering a move back to California. Neither of us want to, because that's a shit ton of money wasted, it's an expensive state, and we'd have to live with our parents again. Seeing that we're in our thirties, and (supposedly) responsible adults, we really don't want to do that, although I probably wouldn't cry if we had to move back.
I know it all sounds dramatic, but I'm actually not upset about it. A wee bit worried at the thought of moving, maybe, but everything else is just a minor nuisance. We certainly wouldn't be the first people to have to live off of the government for a bit. If (IF) we qualify for welfare/TANF, that means we get free healthcare. That means I wouldn't have to worry about prescriptions, and I could finally go figure out what the hell all these random aches and pains are in my body.
My body. It's rebelling. As I age, I can feel it more and more. I'm sure that not exercising for a long assed time has something to do with it. I'm ramping it up again, though. I know. I do this all the time, then I fall the fuck out and piss and moan about it. I'm trying not to, though. I know I need to change things, like NOW. So I'm working on it, slowly, so I don't get burnt out and quit.
My eating habits go back and forth. I still can't eat much, but it is more than I was eating before, so that sucks. I need a lap band fill, but I don't have the money or the insurance for it. So I'm just trying to hold on and do correct portion sizes, even if my mind is screaming (because it is not my body....I know that now) that it's hungry. No bitch, I already fed you. Shut the fuck up. So far I've stayed in the same spot, weight-wise, but that's not something to be thrilled about.
Now that I've gotten all of that out, I think I'll go veg on my bed. I hurt my knee yesterday doing jumping jacks. Those probably aren't a good thing to do when you're a fat ass and your tits are flying in your face (even with a bra on) and all that weight is landing on feet and knees. I need to find a better way to warm up. Maybe white people dancing.
Happy New Year! Maybe.
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