I saw the Doctor yesterday and this happened.
The Doctor said, do you still feel such a sense of hopelessness and depression as before? (Now, mind you the last time she had seen me I had my car die at East 55th and Central in Cleveland. I live about 200 light years from there and it’s not the safest of neighborhoods. So, I had to leave it for the city to tow and now I had no way home, no AAA coverage to call for help no cell phone minutes, I had been unable to work in the last 3 years because of breathing difficulties, was about to be evicted, and have my heat & lights (ergo, my oxygen turned off also.)
So I explained that no, I was in a much better place because my financial problems had been taken care of and now I was safe. The lights and the heat would stay on and the landlord had been paid. She still looked puzzled, like she just didn’t get it.
Long after I left I realized I should have told her…the ill health doesn’t really bother me, I know I’m diabetic, I know I have c.o.p.d. After all you know we’re all dying… but you don’t want to die homeless, or in the dark.
I think that she would have understood…