…you’ve come to the wrong dang blog. Apparently things can always get worse.
I had a very productive Monday and Tuesday planned. I had to go to Charleston to complete the last few elements of the vast amount of rigmarole it takes to work on a cruise ship. In addition to this, I had planned a trip to the doctor and the pharmacy since my incredibly expensive health insurance is only good in South Carolina. Leave work Monday morning, drive to Charleston, see the doctor, have dinner with friends, sleep, apply for a TWIC card, apply for Merchant Mariner’s Document, stop by the pharmacy, drive back to Atlanta. Piece of cake.
That is if my car didn’t blow up. And if I didn’t miss my doctor’s appointment because of it. And if the Coast Guard had been clear about exactly what paperwork I would need to bring with me. And if my refills at the pharmacy hadn’t expired.
So bad things happen sometimes. Trust me, if anyone knows this, it’s me. However, at this point, I have bypassed disappointment and worry and sadness. Now I’m scared. Through all the crazy things I’ve been through – all my moves, all my jobs – I’ve always had a car and health insurance. The fact that I can’t think of a single way that I will be able to get either one of these things is very scary to me. I feel like nothing is safe. What am I going to lose next?
