I'm feeling a bit better now after some wine, some UFOs and a couple of hours of messing about with friends and purposely not thinking about it all.
Unfortunately, even tho we can't really afford our little house, Si actually earns too much for me to get any low-income assistance. We're just so broke atm (waiting for a load of cheques from the pet insurance isn't helping! ) so the £6.40 it costs to fill a prescription (or the £4 for my painkillers) isn't an option straight away...and I'm totally out of Citalopram (I already get the generic, not actually Celexa - we don't have that here) so no stringing the doses out. Ah well.
Kelly...with my Fibro, I can't do anything that invloves staying in one position or doing repetitive work. So unfortunately I can't do any job which means I'm stuck at a desk...and I also can't do any job that involves being on my feet all the time (like waitressing). Which is the main reason why I'm stuck with so little options...I can't believe no-one wants to employ me tho! What is so negative about being over qualified, anyway?
I'm praying that the temp agency will get me a little work this week to tide us over...and I'm going to call the place I sent an application off to by the end of the week if they don't call. Fingers crossed, eh?