So, I haven't been posting in few weeks. Thought I'd check in and account for myself.
On the debt front - I'm losing. Almost ready to just surrender.
On the fiancee front - Still getting married. But he's still unemployed which is contributing to my losing the fight against debt. He said he was on board with dumping debt, but hasn't been working with me to stay on the budget. It's going to cause problems between us if we don't come to some understanding soon.
On the final front - About a month ago, I started feeling like I was coming down with a summer cold. Used all of my home remedies for a week and it never got better, so I went to the doctor. Two visits in 3 days, no improvement, reached a point where I could not breathe so wound up on an ambulance to the ER room. Official diagnosis was bronchitis. Spent a week in the hospital (which, even though I have insurance, it doesn't pay much, so contributing majorly to my losing the debt fight), and the pulmonologist that was assigned to me said she is confident that I actually have COPD. So, Monday I go in to be evaluated for that. Two weeks after I was dismissed from the hospital, I finally got the medicine that the specialist prescribed. It took that long for insurance to agree to pay anything, so instead of paying $450-ish each for 3 different scrips, I wound up paying $10 for 1, $80 for the second, and $150 for the third. Definitely better than it could have been, but wish it was better. Also, not helping the debt fight.
I've also been on a super emotional roller coaster since I was admitted to the hospital. Not sure if it is stress, the medicines, I was on, reaction to all of the above or what. But I can be sitting on the couch and everything is ok and a butterfly will go by the window and I start crying just because. 5 minutes later, there is an extra commercial in the break for the show I was watching will send me into a murderous rage. But 10 minutes after that, I'm perfectly fine.
Then, this past Monday, I was sitting on my front porch and like a switch was flipped, and I was really hot and sweating and there was a pulsating, stabbing pain at my sternum. I got up to go inside and my vision went white and everything looked bleached out. When I got in, I passed out for between 30 seconds to a minute. Freaked my roommates out. They called 911 for an ambulance. The paramedics stayed until I was recovered, but I didn't go back to the hospital. No way to pay for it. Went back to the doctor two days later, and he's sending me to a cardiologist just in case.
Ok. I'll try to stop my pity party for the moment. I just had to unload a little bit.