Homeless health issues

For the most part I’ve spent the last three weeks without a car. The evil mechanic has had it the rest of the time. In addition I’ve given him every last dollar I have to fix the problem with my car, which thus far he has failed to do. Imagine Bad week At Black Rock without Anne Francis and that’s what I’ve got, only worse.  Needless to say it’s been the toughest week I’ve been through in a long while. Just so you know I am not eating in restaurants every night, or any other night. I’m living on Subway sandwiches, which I find to be priced reasonably. Can’t afford to go to the movies, or concerts of any sort. I am not spending money buying anything other than food and gas, and of course I do have to pay a slight fee for my numerous prescriptions. My life has me living the cheapest way I possibly can, and I’m in desperate need of a few measly dollars if I want to survive each week. Living this way is tougher than I ever imagined.  I’m begging you with all my heart to please help if you can.  I wish there were some magic words that I could utter that might make it easier for us all, but alas, there are none. And in the midst of all this I have to deal with being called for jury duty. Just what I need. The major problem with this is they don’t even have my right name, so evidently I have to at least appear at an office somewhere to straighten them out. They won’t let you do this via phone or on-line. What a pain in the ass!

As you might know I have been a type one diabetic for 43 years and have had heart disease for 24 years.

 Help! All I’m trying to do is not die. Which is what’s going to happen if I have to sleep or live in my car. My tiny 1990 Honda is completely full of the belongings I have with me. So much so that I can’t even move or recline the seat. Ugly business all the way around. There is no way I can keep my medication (insulin) refrigerated and very difficult to keep the rest of it in an orderly way.  I am dreading the thought of having to do this and a little frightened.  I’m just not quite ready to buy a tent and move to the freeway underpass to interact with the homeless people living there. Help! The truth is if I can’t get a few more dollars I will be out on the street. No amount is too small and I truly appreciate every penny that you might contribute. My parents both died in 1982 and I have no immediate family that I can turn to.

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Thanks to all of you people who have contributed in the past and know that I will absolutely be grateful to you for the rest of my measly life! Thank you.