That accident really did a number on my life.

I’m still trying to get my car out of the tow yard. I found one car junker, so far, who will give me $375 for it, but there are still fees for storage. I need to talk to my attorney. This is fucked up. There are no other words for it.

Now, there is an issue about how many physical therapy sessions my insurance will pay for. I found this out today. I’m supposed to have 18 sessions at three for six weeks. The physical therapist told me that the insurance company covered seven.

So, I have that bullshit to deal with besides all the other BS I’m wading through.

I haven’t had the time or energy to deal with my blog site being down. The 404 error message still pops up.

Tomorrow, I go to my new OBGYN oncologist. Luckily, I have a ride. I’ve been going to the Lake Mary campus , which is only about six miles from my home. But, my ride has off Mondays and Tuesdays, so my appointments have to be for those days. My new doctor is in Lake Mary only on Fridays.

Thus, I’m going to the office in downtown Orlando. It’s near the Winnie Palmer (Arnold’s wife) Hospital for Women and Children. It’s where I had my hysteroscopy last May.

At this appointment I will get the results of my trans-vaginal ultrasound. I will also find out if I am going to do another round of vulvar cream, or have surgery.

I’m still in the mode of throwing my arms up and saying, “God, you just have to help me.”

I’m sick of stress and having so many balls in the air.

Yet, I remind myself that it could have way worse. I’m grateful it’s not.❤️‍🩹🙏🏻