Reality Slap ... RENT is first and a medium vent ...

[Guest guest]

Hi all,

My rental office called this morning. The rent lady was demanding rent or

else. The approach was so cold, that I found myself screaming my husband died

Saturday, I left you three Audix messages, your office was closed yesterday, I

now have a social worker [after five years -- suddenly]. I was screaming as I

recalled all that I am going through. What a wake up moment. I prefer the alarm

clock.

I am very unwell if I wake out of sleep, and jump up to grab the phone. My BP

shoots over 200 and I ramble and go brain-dead. Then in moments the POTS sets

in and I have a " brainfog moment " as my BP bottoms out. So, I tried to

explain to this lady that her office was closed yesterday when the social worker

was

with me. I was there to pay my rent. Looking back, to the office that was

just " talk " that I guess they hear every month. This social worker said she had

vouchers. I know I left a message Saturday that Bill passed and that I MIGHT be

delayed paying rent. My friends were all concentrating on final expenses and

not on driving me to the bank. So, wow. I have come quickly to terms with what

everyone was saying, Rent is first. Why would they care WHY you are late?

So, as my BP dropped and my " brainfog " cleared, I thought of how rent is due

on the 5th of the month. Today is the 8th and they are two days from filing

eviction. Today is the 8th ... Whoops. I realized I lost days. What was I

thinking?

I got my current rent yesterday and the help of my new social worker. This

person kindly drove me the bank and to the rental office door. But they were

closed and we where not going to drop a rent check in the mail slot. So what

happened??? I thought for a moment, there must have been some misunderstanding

when we just talked on the phone :-(. So, ignoring our recent phone call, I

phoned the office. I asked what did she ask me, and what did I say? Did I tell

her

I had my rent or what?

This lady tells me no. That I was explaining something about social services.

So, I clarified I HAVE my rent. The SS wants to pay my back rent. So, all was

cleared up. We were back to normal and the office became polite. They said we

will come and pick up your rent. That is most likely why she had called in

the first place since they did offer me rent pickup.

What I am saying here is this experience opened my eyes. No one cares who is

sick or has died. This was a wake up call. And in the end, the SS did call the

rental office this morning and all is back to going well. But in the

meantime, I was in tears of amazement, until I realized the usual. 1. No one

recognizes the nature of my illness. 2. I suppose they think I have a

handicapped plate

on my old car for no reason. Caro.