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I really, really resisted doing this. Asking for money is not easy for me. There are people much worse off than I and my inclination is for people to donate there. But while there are worse off, I'm in trouble and I can't just ignore that, however bad I want to.
I was born with a bad heart and didn't know it until I was 50. Looking back, it makes sense, the things I struggled to do that others my age could do easily, but I didn't know that was why until I started feeling pain in my chest. Turns out, I had a malformed heart with hypertrophic cardiomyopathy. In layman's terms, I had twice the layer of muscle inside the chambers of my heart, taking up space. I also had a blood vessel going through my lower left ventricle.
In the end, I needed surgery and I got it. But not only have I been saddled with medical bills, I also have memory problems for being under anesthesia for the 9 hours it took to fix my heart. Apparently, this is not an uncommon side effect, that's supposed to go away in time, but it has yet to. The result is short-term memory recall is sporadic. Everything pre-operation seems okay, but everything since is something of a blur in my mind. It's not supposed to last as long as it has in me. While I hold out hope of getting better, it's been frustrating.
In the meantime, day to day bills are piling up. I'm looking for work, but have so far been unsuccessful. And I'm not being picky in the job. Just want a survival job at this point, not a career. If any of you know of someone hiring in LA, please let me know.
With the help of a very dear friend, I've managed to survive. But as my unemployment drags on, I'm feeling it's more and more unfair to rely on that kindness. My spirits are really low, which I know isn't helpful when looking for a job.
I know the economy is crap. I know a lot of you have families to take of. If you can't donate, I won't think any less of you. I get it. Believe me, I get it. But if you do have some you can spare, I'd love the help.
Thanks for taking the time to read this.
I was born with a bad heart and didn't know it until I was 50. Looking back, it makes sense, the things I struggled to do that others my age could do easily, but I didn't know that was why until I started feeling pain in my chest. Turns out, I had a malformed heart with hypertrophic cardiomyopathy. In layman's terms, I had twice the layer of muscle inside the chambers of my heart, taking up space. I also had a blood vessel going through my lower left ventricle.
In the end, I needed surgery and I got it. But not only have I been saddled with medical bills, I also have memory problems for being under anesthesia for the 9 hours it took to fix my heart. Apparently, this is not an uncommon side effect, that's supposed to go away in time, but it has yet to. The result is short-term memory recall is sporadic. Everything pre-operation seems okay, but everything since is something of a blur in my mind. It's not supposed to last as long as it has in me. While I hold out hope of getting better, it's been frustrating.
In the meantime, day to day bills are piling up. I'm looking for work, but have so far been unsuccessful. And I'm not being picky in the job. Just want a survival job at this point, not a career. If any of you know of someone hiring in LA, please let me know.
With the help of a very dear friend, I've managed to survive. But as my unemployment drags on, I'm feeling it's more and more unfair to rely on that kindness. My spirits are really low, which I know isn't helpful when looking for a job.
I know the economy is crap. I know a lot of you have families to take of. If you can't donate, I won't think any less of you. I get it. Believe me, I get it. But if you do have some you can spare, I'd love the help.
Thanks for taking the time to read this.

