Like most Americans our age, Matthew and I were able to save very little in the event of an emergency; now we're having one, and we're going to need help to compensate.
After two short flights to and from visiting family this past July 13th, I noticed a slight feeling of vertigo; nothing major. Less than two weeks later, I had been to the ER, the general practitioner twice, and found myself calling my boss to tell him I was ordered 30 days of medical leave.
My doctor told me there was nothing she could do, ordered a MRI, a referral to a specialist, and sent everything under the sun to my local pharmacist because something might work. That was the very beginning of August, and I still haven't been to see the specialist. The big machine moves slowly.
Meanwhile, I can barely leave the house. I can't drive. I am so fatigued, that I have to lay down for ten minutes after taking a bath, dressing, and brushing my teeth. I can sit upright for less than a hour without extreme discomfort. I'm often disoriented and nauseated. I have insomnia, but sleep too much. I have trouble preparing a meal, I cannot clean my house, walking is frightening, and it looks like I'm going to need a lot more than 30 days leave before I can start working again. That may be a long-haul too; no diagnosis yet.
I hate asking for money. That's something I've had to get over in sales, but somewhere along the way, I was taught that money = love; so asking for it is kinda verboten. I have to look past that insecurity, and ask. I really need some financial support so that this doesn't become a cascade event for my family.
We need the money by September 5th. It will go to groceries, school lunches, utilities, and gas to UCSF to see the specialist.
Thank you, and I love you too.