No More Meds

Consider it a detox.  Something in either the psych or fibo meds is making it nearly impossible to eat.  I know nausea goes with the fibro, but I won’t know until I try.

At the moment I’m OK.  Well, sort of.  My asshole ex boss screwed me by not telling me she wasn’t paying my health insurance premiums out of the money she owed me.  So all of February, the hospital and doctors were charging me insured rates.  So now I owe a bunch of people money.  Thankfully my father is sending money and I’ll pay him back out of my pension.  I think he feels guilty.  So I’m overwhelmed with all this and figuring out what and how to pack.

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