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A trip to the V.A. The last for the month. Good thing, I am down to $50 in the bank. I hope I got that right. I used the last of my cash to buy a pack of chicken thighs, salad makings, and a pack of mushrooms. I have two other packs of meat in the freezer, and some canned meat and fish. Pretty down on everything. But mostly caught up. Milk will be caught up, and water utilities will be started.
Foods, first thing. Burger and chicken enough for several months, plus I will be looking for specials on better meats for occasional food. Even chuck roast has become a delicacy. What is cheaper while still offering meat? Soup bones are really expensive for what you get, oxtail to knuckles. I'll... look.
I will call SSA tomorrow, and the V.A. I need to get consults to figure out, diagnose, and perhaps solve the problem(s). I really wouldn't mind working. It wouldn't be difficult to make more than what social security offers. The thing is, I have to be able to keep a schedule, and not pass out from lack of air. Well, and I have to not have muscles burning and weak after a few hours. I thought that was the heart. Apparently not. Best to find out.
No heart palpitations, but the rest and more. Yes, we will do what it takes to get a diagnosis. Stress tests, blood tests, mri's, x-rays, whatever it takes minus the gun. I must insist. If I am not disabled, then figure out what is wrong, why everything hurts, is exhausted, why I can't sleep or wake regularly. Medicate or treat it. Or diagnose as disabled. I am not going to let me off disability while I am too broken to work. Either make it so I can get through engineering school or diagnose disability.
Ugh. So tired. Too tired to sleep. I did feed the girls, and checked the ducks. The ducks will need fresh water tomorrow, first thing. It is rough. Will try to crash as soon as possible. Sleep well. Good night.
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