Daisy and Scott's medical fund

If you're reading this then you know most of the story already. You've either met me in passing, or I've done something that helped you out in one way or another, or regailed you with something gross that's happened to me in the back of an ambulance, because that's just what I'm known for, oh, and daisy of course.  For those out of the loop, here goes. I'm Scott, the fluffy ball of love sunning herself like a lizard, is my dog Daisy, who I adopted in 2012. It's a classic story of who rescued who, because Daisy saved my life more times than I'll ever openly admit, she is my heart, my reason to fight and my reason to get up every day. I've lead a colorful life which landed me with PTSD and multiple injuries. I'm an EMT, I have been for a long time now, it's my life, my passion and my duty. Back in august of 2015 I was injured in the line of duty. My knee was destroyed while I tried to protect the best interests of my patient. To add insult to injury, Events transpired in october while I was out of the house which lead me to losing Daisy and needing to find foster homes for her until my leg is repaired and I can get my own place.  Since then I have been out of work and receiving temporary disability. My benefits were cut last month thanks to a report which the courts have deemed "pointless and inadmissable." Good news is I have an actual chance of getting fixed, going back to doing what I love and pursuing medical school to continue the life quest of helping people.
     I drove Daisy from Long Beach Island NJ, to Tallahasse Fl, and I'll be honest, I cried the entire 1100mile trip down south, slept in my car and nearly froze to death(I didn't think it got that cold in Virginnia). Then we went from Florida to Vermont. Now I'm returning to vermont to pick her up, only to say goodbye again and bring her to a very dear friend's house in New Orleans.  Part of the contingency of her staying in New Orleans is getting Daisy spayed, easier said than done with a 7 year old dog who's had puppies before. To make things worse, I myself have found myself in a situation where I can't afford copays anymore until my benefits are reactivated. The regular doctor visits for injections and pain therapy for my leg are costly to say the least when you're struggling and living just off of temporary disability and still paying all those lovely bills which come with being an adult. 

      I'm stuck here in New Jersey until a verdict is made on my leg. The damage is too extensive to allow me to do anything aside from sitting in a chair, and an extensive background in emergency services and private security don't afford many positions in desk jobs, so I'm stuck. I'm fighting desperately every day between pain, depression, my past and separation anxiety from my babygirl. Even if this only covers the cost of her trip to New Orleans and getting her spayed, I'll be ecstatic. I've lived through hell, Daisy has too. The only difference between us is that Daisy means far more to me than I do to myself. So long as she's around and I know my babygirl is safe, then I know that someday, I'll be okay when I'm fixed and free to set out and start my life again with the best thing that's happened to me in the last 10 years.
I'm not one for asking for help, I've been the one doing the helping, self sacrifice and giving is in my blood, but there comes a time when every human has to admit they're up a creek without a paddle, and I hit that point three months back.