Bleeding dry…but at least I can breathe!
I’m operating under the assumption that paying every single penny I earn and lots of pennies other people earned that I have to pay back is well worth the fact that I don’t worry about death by sleep on a regular (nightly) basis. There’s my disclaimer. Now I’m going to sob for a moment about the $4,000 I just paid to the good doctor Li and the triple that number I need to come up with very soon to finish paying for the surgery from which I am still recovering. I had to make a beeeeeg down payment before the surgery…and now I’m combing through my tax info to see how many pennies I can eek back on medical bills and send it right back over to the aforementioned good doctor. Don’t get me wrong. He deserves every penny. I just wish I had those pennies handy. I’m pretty sure there are no more left under my couch cushions.
Speaking of couch cushions. Last night Courtland acknolwedged to me that my lovely favorite piece of furniture the chaise lounge (which I make everyone faint onto when they notice it) is in fact the best seat in the house. Ever since he got sick he’s been holed up all snuggly on that chaise which is where I had spent most of my recovery and certainly all of my TV viewing time…until he played the sick card…and now I think what I need to do is sell my couch (which I purchased at Z Gallery AFTER purchasing the chaise ) and get another chaise…opposite facing…so we can make our living room look really funny but be oh so comfy. The suck thing about the couch is the fact that the bottom cushions are separate. With the pretzel way I sit at times I find myself halfway under a seat cushion and very uncomfortable sometimes. So I want a couch that has one pad on the seat…not three. Pipe dreams. I’ll get on that right after I finish paying off all my medical bills. *inhale* *exhale* breathing is good.