Over the course of the last four months I have found myself attacked by four additional ailments. It was during the month of June that an odd and peculiar fungus began attacking my feet and causing painful pustules to form them both. The pustules formed themselves on the side and souls of my feet, making walking incredibly painful. I began seeing more than one doctor trying to find out what I should do to resolve the problem; for I was missing a great deal of time from work. No one was giving me the information That I needed to rid myself of the pustules. My Primary Care Physician just continued to tell me it was a fungus and prescribed creams that had to be applied four times a day for a month, which I would have had to stay home from work for a month in order to remember to use them that often. Had I known that I was eventually going to have to do just that anyway, I would have used the creams. I wound up having to go on medical leave (which was unpaid) and wait until the podiatrist gave me the okay to go back to work. Fortunately the advice he gave me was the advice I needed.

The Family Health Center doctors just told me to soak my feet in hot water as often as I could and keep them dry as possible the rest of the time. At the same time they also told me to use a moisturizing cream on them; go figure that one out. Fungus thrives under hot, moist conditions. Getting back to the podiatrist's advice. He told me to keep my feet as dry as possible also, which made sense. He also told me to use a foot spray in my shoes and socks every time I wore them to go anywhere, and if at all possible where a fresh clean pair of socks every time I put on my shoes. He had also instructed me to spray anti fungal spray in both my shoes and socks every time I wore my shoes for any reason. That was to prevent my feet from constantly reinfecting themselves with this fungus. He then told me, to by a bottle of a new over the counter anti fugal called Lamisil Spray. I was told to spray my feet with this medication every day until the fungus was gone. Take note; the podiatrist said nothing about a moisturizer.

I began doing exactly as he'd instructed me to, while staying off my feet as much as was possible; which he'd also instructed me to do until the fungus was gone. That was proving very difficult at best being that I was in the process of moving at the time; and I was receiving next to no help at all from Foggy. He is such a self-centered jerk off. I'll get off on that tangent later; I don't want the rest of this entry to wind up being about him and what an ass hole he is. I have better things to write about, like myself for example. I just really made myself sound pretty self-centered; I've got to work on that. This is supposed to be about my life though, right? Any way, with all of the moving I was having to alone, which did not exclude moving very heavy furniture; I was on my feet a lot more than I should have been. That's not to mention that I somehow managed to find myself having so much to do, which included driving here, there and everywhere in the city of Louisville; that I was much busier not working than when I was. So, it wound up taking almost the whole month until I could see the podiatrist again, for the fungus to heal. It started to finally get healed up around the end of the third week off from work.

God/Dess was I glad to get back to work. I definitely needed money. I had to have my parents pay for every bill I owed to everyone except my credit card and cable payments which I have hated to neglect completely but have; because I didn't have the money to pay it and I didn't think they would. I just couldn't ask my parents to pay those also, when they'd already paid my electric, car insurance, truck payment and helped me with food. That's not to mention that I have also had to ask for help from my best and dearest friend Randy for the very computer that I'm typing on right now, as well as for such things as cigarettes, coffee and coffee creamer. So logic would certainly dictate that once I began working again it shouldn't have taken more than a month or so before things got back on track. Stupid me let some crazy, foolish, old woman I've known for several years, talk into going to part time status at work. Because of my fatigue from the HIV and the medications I take for it. I knew from my past experience with them, that doing this would only be another futile attempt at getting disability benefits; which I also let her talk me into. That's not to mention in order to do get it I'd have to work twenty five hours a week to be considered disabled by them. Wow, did I miscalculate how hard it would be to live on that. It was about another month after I got back to work before I was able to get my availability changed over to full time again. While in the process, I lied to the subsidized housing program I was in at the time to get my rent discounted substantially more than a mere twenty dollars a month. I didn't lye mind you about having gone down to part time; that was true. I just neglected to tell them that I'd gone back to full time afterward. Which isn't going to become a problem; in that I've decided to get out a month before the lease is due to be renewed and move elsewhere to a place I can afford more easily on my own. I'm thinking seriously about moving into a one bed room house in the West End or maybe around Fairdale here in Louisville. It will cost me about the same as the rent here would without Shelter Plus Puss Care. I will by then have my Income Tax Return to use for rent and deposit.

Getting back to what happened next. It has taken much longer to get back together financially than I'd anticipated. Over the last three weeks I've come down Shingles first, a cold second, which I still have and then had to have my ass operated on; because a massive infection set up in it. I was out of work one pay period in September for one whole week from the Shingles, and one week the second pay period from the infection in my left ass cheek. The later happened this past week, which I'm still attempting to recover from. Let me tell you, these last four months have been almost nothing but pain, misery, stress and financial hardship. I don't even want to ask what else can go wrong. I'm afraid that if I ask it; Ill wind up being given the answer a lot soon than I really feel I need it.

These last four months have been good for me in some respects though. I found out that my parents really do love me after all. I wasn't really sure if my mother did or not until all of these illnesses started to befall me. I had originally thought, that God/Dess was allowing all of this to come my way only to teach me to be more dependant and faithful in belief that they would somehow see me through anything that came my way. I do believe that was part of why they allowed all of this to come on me. I have come to believe also however, that there was another reason for it. That reason was to show me just how much my mother really does still love and care about her only son. I didn't believe for a long time that, she did love me or even care for my well being. That attitude came from a strong desire to have the creek bank property out at Brooks left to me in my mom and dad's will; which she still refuses to do. I see now just how ridiculous my attitude about that has been. My ex Henry was right. As much as I hate to say it; he was right. He told me that the property of which I speak is hers to do with as she pleases, if my father dies before she does. If it happens the other way around; then I know I'll get what I want and should get. Otherwise it will be hers to do what she wants to with it. That would be her right, right or wrong; it will be her right. If she didn't love me she wouldn't have allowed for my father and her to help me so much financially over these last four months. I've had to ask them to help me again this month with paying my electric bill and my truck insurance. I hope I don't wind up having to ask them to pay the truck payment for some reason that I'm not aware of yet.

God/Dess help me if I do.

Till next time.