Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
Thank you for reading and commenting on my previous post. I knew I could count on you for support and ideas.
I'm not sure about Go Fund Me. I'll look into it. I don't know what it takes to set it up. I feel a bit uncomfortable about opening myself up to people other than you, Dear Ones. I don't think I can take it if someone says, She deserved it. It's about time someone tried to shut her up. It's her own fault. You know what I mean? Victims are further victimized all the time. I know I don't deserve those comments, but I might get some.
The police gave me a booklet with phone numbers to call for help. I need to look at it carefully. I think it has phone numbers for requesting different kinds of assistance, including financial.
So much needs to be done. I have no idea what the expenses will be on top of two trips to the ER. My glasses are broken; I'm wearing an old pair. The house is filthy; I try to clean up something each day as my pain allows. I have to see a maxillofacial surgeon; my primary care physician put in a referral and said if I don't hear from them this week I should let her know. It's cold; my furnace is broken, but I have space heaters for now. My emotions are all over the place; I've seen therapists before and they never helped. They always say the same thing: You should do volunteer work to take your mind off of yourself. Oh, yeah? Go do your own damn volunteer work. I've done more than my share. If I don't think about myself right now, in this moment and for many days to come, nothing will get better.
I have short-term and long-term goals. Long term includes better windows on the house. Most of mine are old, single-pane windows. The locks are worthless.
I have a security system that I want to upgrade.
Yes, I know my attacker. I 'm not ready to say more than that for now.
My next blog post will be something normal, something I planned on writing after Christmas. My plans were derailed. I want to get back on track to the extent I'm able.
Infinities of love,