Also, I can't help what I'm worrying about. Money. Ick. I'm so blessed to have a good job. I'm in a place that I have so much more than so many. Healthcare is one of those areas that the economy affects differently, and while things are tighter with healthcare there are still jobs. But, I still have huge medical costs, and I don't work full-time. I was figuring today that the difference between a 40 hour week and my week, combined with my meds and therapy, would mean the difference between living paycheck to paycheck and actually having money.
Right now I'm upset because I need a new mattress. This was slowly approaching as my mattress aged, but I was hoping to get through paying my mother off several thousand dollars I owe her, plus I'm trying to pay off credit cards and feeling I'm making no progress (I had made a lot, then had to charge my crown last week). And I was working on vacation savings. I really need vacation time again and time away from anything work-like and home-like is something my doctors strongly encourage. But my mattress had a spring that was poking the edge for months, and it has now torn. So, good-bye savings.
This is all bipolar freaking out, and tomorrow I'll feel better. But right now I just want to scream.
I always forget how uncomfortable this stuff feels.