I'm frustrated beyond belief right now.
The apartment complex that I'm supposed to move in to won't supply
the necessary letter to Medicaid. Without it, I can't get my ceiling
track lift installed. So I am back to square one with this one. I'm
too tired to fight, or maybe too disgusted. So Plan B is waiting and
saving up for a house. I can't say I'm okay with that, but I have to
be. I have to move on to happier things.
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