Not quite 5 years ago hubby fell and snapped his femur and then had two “ small” heart attacks.
Then something went wrong with my Yukon so I had to drive a motorcycle to the nursing home every day where he stayed for a month getting rehab.
I also had to get groceries on the bike and God forbid anything happening to my dogs.
So my mom paid $500 for the PT and here I am.
It’s been 17 months since the jerk took my dodge for the “ two day tranny swap” and I can’t afford a lawyer to get it back or force him to finish it.
It’s all I have, sad to say.
I’m trying to sell my Harley since I’ve nothing left of value to sell now just to pay off the vet bills and maybe get myself some other cheap but hopefully better car.
We haven’t had any trike orders in a long time, everything costs way more than it used to and I’m in the middle of a perfect storm of suck.
I feel cursed.
And now we’ll be taking him to the vet in the rain tomorrow and the PT does NOT like rain at all.
I’m terrified by the thought of the “normal “ psychotic Gaithersburg traffic ‘and’ rain.
:(
Well, prayers up for your travel tomorrow, too.
I wasn’t trying to rip on you for it, I was lamenting you having to have it. I remember what a pain it was for my mom. We lose some context in just text only so I didn’t want to give you the wrong impression.