Checking in

Victor Martinez wrote:
Ginger-lyn wrote:
I'm sorry I'm still being as indecisive as a cat, but there it is.

{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{Ginger-Lyn}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}

Thank you for the big hug, Victor. Right back at ya.

Ginger-lyn

Matthew wrote:
ginger happy belated birthday mine is Saturday

You are always in my prayers

If depression has got that bad it maybe caused by the antidepressants
themselves. Please call your doctor I was on one and I started feeling
suicidal


"Ginger-lyn" wrote in message
news
I'm sorry I'm still being as indecisive as a cat, but there it is.

Thank you (and I'd give you a kiss if you were here)
{{{{{{{{{{{{Adrian}}}}}}}}}}}} for remembering my birthday, and thank you
to all who responded.

I send purrs and prayers and share laughter and smiles where they are
appropriate.

My depression has deepened to a point where it is hard to function. And I
am *on* antidepressants. My old doctor graduated, so I guess I should see
what the new one says.

I managed the last week of June to somehow break and/or sprain my left
ankle. Badly, of course. They put me on Dilaudid, and with all my other
meds, about all I could do was sleep until I stopped taking it. The ER
docs said there was a piece of bone floating around my ankle, so it was a
fracture; the P.A. at the orthopedics clinic said (without looking at it)
it was a very bad fracture. Wish they'd make up their minds!

Before that, I managed to fall and mess up my rotator cuff. So I'm now in
physical therapy for two things at once. Found a "wheelie" walker for $8
at Goodwill; helps me to not fall down.

Friday I applied for SSI and was promptly told I wasn't eligible.
Richard's 1/2 paycheck is about $50 over their limit. So I was turned
down immediately after waiting since filing in January to hear from them.

My landlord has turned out to be an ass, which is just what I need. He
has ordered the mowers not to mow my half of the yard at *all*. Not just
the garden, but everything. I am so sick of people like this I could
scream.

My gas will probably get shut off soon; my vet's slightly irritated at my
bill; I'm on a 30-day medical for the electric; I'm two months behind on
my rent, and I am ready to throw myself in front of a bus. No, wait a
minute -- that's Richard's line whenever I talk to him. Every
conversation lately ends with "I'm gonna throw myself in front of a bus
and you can get the insurance money which is all you really want anyway."
His own mother told me not to call him if he's going to be that way. So I
won't.

I have an excuse for my bad memory now: I got diagnosed today with
fibromyalgia. Always knew I had it; just never had the doctor finally say
so.

So I'm hopping around on one foot, trying not to overuse one shoulder,
hurting from head to toe, and trying to feed 11 cats. Yes, I said 11. She
is NOT NOT NOT staying. She is lost, and I am going to find her home or
get her to a shelter. She's a calico, with the attitude to match.
Gorgeous green eyes and a very weird meow. She's stuck in R's old room
for now, which is hot, but I can't afford to get her checked out at the
vet.

Most days, I do feel suicidal. But the cats need me, so I keep trying to
hack away at whatever help I can get, whatever I can do, to get things
moving.

I felt so bad I gave myself a birthday party on the 12th. Seven people
came. It was a cookout. It rained the entire time.

My MiL and a friend of her son's were helping me with groceries last week.
Two of the cats (ShadowCat and Internet) managed to bolt out the door. I,
in my condition, managed somehow to jump off the porch and grab enough of
each of them to get them back inside.

Sorry guys for crying on your shoulders. I wish I could say things are
turning around and going great, but that hasn't happened -- yet. I keep
hoping.

That's the news from here, or at least some of it (I don't have the
patience to read long posts anymore, either -- lol). Hope you are all
well, and I will try to check in more often between my disasters.

Love,

Ginger-lyn

e-mail: glsummer AT moonsummmer DOT com


Happy belated, Matthew! Hope yours was great.

My doctor graduated (he was a resident), so I have a new doctor I
haven't seen yet. I have an appointment this week (or next? I forget),
so I will see what he says.

Ginger-lyn

Joy wrote:
((((((((((Ginger-lyn)))))))))))

Thank you, Joy. Hugs to you, too.

Ginger-lyn

e-mail: glsummer AT moonsummer DOT com

Lesley via CatKB.com wrote:
Hugs and purrs to you Ginger-Lynn- you're living proof that bad things happen
to the nicest people!

I hope something gets sorted in your favour soon

Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs

Thank you Lesley; that made me smile :-)

Ginger-lyn

jmcquown wrote:
Ginger-lyn wrote:
That's the news from here, or at least some of it (I don't have the
patience to read long posts anymore, either -- lol). Hope you are all
well, and I will try to check in more often between my disasters.

Love,

Ginger-lyn

e-mail: glsummer AT moonsummmer DOT com

I'm very sorry to hear of your continuing troubles. Purrs for things to
turn around.

BTW, I'd appeal the decision for SSDI if I were you, ASAP. My lazy
nephew qualified nearly 3 years after an accident that occurred in a
totally different state. I've seen him, there's not a thing to prevent
him from working but his own lazy ass. So fight it, GL!

Jill

Thank you, Jill. I don't think I can fight it; I'm not sure I could
even get enough to live on. I am not sure. It's all confusing, and
part of the general wear and tear every day is dealing with something.

Ginger-lyh

Suz wrote:
On Jul 30, 6:41�am, "jmcquown" wrote:
Ginger-lyn wrote:
That's the news from here, or at least some of it (I don't have the
patience to read long posts anymore, either -- lol). �Hope you are all
well, and I will try to check in more often between my disasters.
Love,
Ginger-lyn
e-mail: �glsummer AT moonsummmer DOT com
I'm very sorry to hear of your continuing troubles. �Purrs for things to
turn around.

BTW, I'd appeal the decision for SSDI if I were you, ASAP. �My lazy nephew
qualified nearly 3 years after an accident that occurred in a totally
different state. �I've seen him, there's not a thing to prevent him from
working but his own lazy ass. �So fight it, GL!

Jill


Jills correct a lot of denials are overturned on appeal They expect
you to give up. I've also known people who kept appealing denials
until they were approved.
Suz&Spicey

Thank you, suz. I figured that out when I applied for SSDI a few years
ago and gave up after two turn-downs. I just was too depressed to go
for another round.

I changed my thinking. I was naive enough to believe that they were
actually there to *help*. When the truth is they are there to fight as
hard as possible to give people nothing. It stinks.

Ginger-lyn

wrote:
On Jul 30, 4:41 am, "jmcquown" wrote:

BTW, I'd appeal the decision for SSDI if I were you, ASAP.

Actually, she probably doesn't qualify for SS*I*...those claims are
almost always turned down, and have very strict qualifications. $50 a
month more makes a difference. (Of course, is divorce a possibility,
GL? it's your husband (who isn't helping much) who makes too much.)

Yes. I am dragging my heels on divorce, so I can keep the health insurance.

However, she should still be eligible...and have an application in
process for...SS*D*, which is disability income and is based on how
disabled you are and how much you get is based on how much you put
into the SS fund over your working life. It's just giving you your
social security payments earlier than retirement.

Unfortunately, they tell me I'm ineligible, period. I applied about
three years ago, and failed (twice). Now I am past the deadline for the
points they add up for your working hours, since I haven't worked since
about 1997. Plus, most of my life I have worked part-time (not having
the energy to do full-time), and most of those jobs didn't have to pay
into Social Security since they were part-time. So I'm not even sure
there is enough in there to retire on. I just don't know.

Good luck, either way, Ginger-Lyn, And hang in there. You're worth it.

Deborah
slave to The Seven

Thanks, Deborah

Ginger-lyn

Adrian wrote:
Ginger-lyn wrote:
I'm sorry I'm still being as indecisive as a cat, but there it is.
snip
Sorry guys for crying on your shoulders. I wish I could say things
are turning around and going great, but that hasn't happened -- yet. I
keep hoping.

That's the news from here, or at least some of it (I don't have the
patience to read long posts anymore, either -- lol). Hope you are all
well, and I will try to check in more often between my disasters.

Love,

Ginger-lyn

e-mail: glsummer AT moonsummmer DOT com

{{{{{{{{{{{{Ginger-lyn}}}}}}}}}}}} Still purring for you.

Thank you, Adrian; it's appreciated.
Ginger-lyn

Pat wrote:
"Ginger-lyn" wrote

| Most days, I do feel suicidal. But the cats need me, so I keep trying

I can totally relate on this and on the financial trouble. We're barely
eating here, and I drag myself around because I have no energy. The extreme
heat doesn't help either.



{{{{{{Pat}}}}}}}

No, it doesn't. I have a room air conditioner, and it's about all I can
do some days to just stay in here. With the asthma, COPD and all that,
I can't breathe on the worst of the hot days.

I hope you feel better soon.

Ginger-lyn

wrote:
Ginger-lyn wrote:

My depression has deepened to a point where it is hard to function. And
I am *on* antidepressants. My old doctor graduated, so I guess I should
see what the new one says.

[snip]

Ugh, Ginger-lyn, I'm really sorry things are so incredibly difficult!
There seems to be no end to how high sh*t can be piled. So many of these
problems are either directly caused, or are made insurmountable, by
poverty. And yet, you are too "wealthy" for SSI???

I have fallen through so many cracks, I may as well consider myself liquid.

As usual, I am concerned with how much you tend to fall and seriously
injure yourself. I'm surprised that no doctor has been able to find out
any reason for that. Maybe your new doctor will have a better idea of
where to look?

I hope so. I'm thinking an ENT is my next specialist, to see if it's an
ear problem, since that is related to balance.

And why on earth is your landlord refusing to mow your lawn? That's just
bizarre.

Well, we were getting along fine, not having met and having no issues.
Then he hired some real jerks to mow the lawn. You know, the
17-year-old kind who think they know everything and go out and beat up
gay people for fun and get drunk and beat their wives? They mowed over
my special lillies that you just can't get anywhere; my neighbor shared
some of hers that she got from another neighbor.

I got upset. I screamed at them and threatened to sue and told them I
wanted $20. You can tell how close to the edge I am right now. They
basically laughed at me; you know, crazy old lady or whatever. I
e-mailed the landlord; we finally talked; he came over. He was nasty,
didn't make sense, acted like *I* was the one with the problem, and it
was just generally really bad. We did agree (I thought) that I had the
front behind the rocks, and the backyard to one foot to the right of my
walkway; the rest they could mow. I e-mailed him that. Since then, the
lawn idjits have been here at least three times and have not mowed my
yard at all. They told my neighbor that the landlord (actually the
manager; he's the landlord's son) told them NOT to mow my side at all.

It never stops.

sigh Hang in there. Purrs from my crew to you and your crew!


Thank you, Bast.

Ginger-lyn