scarlet marked for debt

Today is the last day of the birthday vacation. Was pretty nice in general though there are a few things I still didn't get done--surprise! Today I went to the hospital again and came home. Today they tried to once again goad me with going to a therapist which--if you recall any of the mentions of me going to therapy over the past 17 years--usually it involves disaster. Or someone telling me to play the system more than I would even think to--remember the lady a few years back who kept telling me to apply for disability? Because see, the things I bitch about are not things you should be filing for fucking disability over--I can still walk, talk and write, so disability once would normally presume would come up when or if I was ACTUALLY disabled, but I certainly did not appreciate the doctor telling me that was really my only choice. Now looking back with that hindsight-maybe she was right. Maybe I should have done that and I would not have quite the debt--but my not-havingness would still be measurable as the same level of nothing. As it is my little sister is putting an addition onto her home which is probably ...