Feb. 15, 2010, Prescott, Arizona~
Dear Journal~
If I have to see one more doctor, make one more phone call about my disability, or hear from one more collection agency regarding past payment for my daughter's funeral costs, I just might do myself in! I simply cannot take much more of this!!!!
Wyndi Storm Piestala here. I wish I could say things are better, but no, they're not, unfortunately. In a lot of way, things have only gotten worse. I am still trying to get my disability payment increased because of worsening pain/tingling/numbness in my feet, plus it's getting harder for me to get around. I also have been paying the funeral home that took care of Karla's funeral; yet they keep threatening to take my home right out from under me because "I'm not paying them", when I pay them $20.00 every month! (That is, if I have it!)
I am sick of dealing with doctors who don't know the fuck what they are talking about when it comes to my medical history. I'm also sick of dealing with doctors who don't speak English (or at least, the kind I do; I can't understand a godda** thing what they are trying to tell me!!)
Thank God I now have my friend, Rainbow Eaglefeather, helping me with all this. She used to work for a lawyer; she knows all the tricks in the book on how to get quicker aid, how to get the best lawyer for your buck, and other stuff. Before then, I was trying to do it on my own; I wasn't getting anywhere.
It was like beating a dead horse!
I am no longer living at the apartment. I was evicted. Thrown out. Couldn't afford the rent, so they kicked me out. Am now living with Rainbow and her son, Myles, who is now ten; yet he reminds me of my daughter, Karla, when she was little, so I only end up feeling more depressed.
Well, I know this is short, but I have to go to yet another damn doctor's appointment; don't want to be late. Let's see how upset they can get me today. I'm just sick of it all already! Take care; don't tell me to pray because I think God's given up on me!
~Wendy. :(
*to be continued.*
