November 14, 2011

Sick, Tired & Broke (November 14, 2011)

Blech!  That about sums up how I feel at the moment. Today I'm feeling quite run down . . . constant low grade headache, back spasms, and exhausted.  So, please, take my attitude with a grain of salt (. . . which is about all the salt I can afford).

I recognize that I have it pretty good, relatively speaking.  I have a roof over my head, food in my tummy, and friends and family.  In fact, when you look it that way I am wealthy compared to most in the world.  Plus I'm not fearing for my life, and am free to speak, worship, and congregate as I please.  HOWEVER, today I am feeling like  . . . pardon my language . . . crap.   Living each day counting your pennies, eating less than you want and differently than you want, and taking a hit financially when ANYTHING comes up is a real pain in the derriere.  At some point, it starts to affect your mood. 

My hit today was not only feeling under the weather, but then having to borrow money in order to get some relief.  The headache started yesterday and persisted today, and why should I not be able to get the relief most of my neighbours can afford . . . some ibuprofen?  Plus, I have some genetic back problems that I have had under control in recent years with exercise and stretches, however it has acted up in the last two days.  Unfortunately, after testing various remedies over the years, the only truly effective relief I have found for my back is Robaxcet.  So I had to purchase some generic issue of the muscle relaxant today in order to avoid what often happens next when it gets this bad . . . i.e. waking up tomorrow morning and not being able to stand.  I feel no other choice but to incur the expense and the debt.  I'd love some herbal tea, too, but I'll forgo that luxury.

Here's the worst part . . . as small as my debt is I have great difficulty seeing how I will pay it off and stay out of debt.  And that means only one thing in my books . . . this level of income is only tenuously sufficient for a single person (and completely unsustainable if more than one person has to live on it).  Yes, it's still early on in this phase of the project, but that's the writing on the wall that I am seeing at this moment.

Wah, wah, wah . . . I know I'm feeling sorry for myself . . . and thanks for putting up with me while I complain.  Tomorrow will be better . . . and if you disagree then please keep it to yourself as that is what I need to believe in order to get through today.

Phase II - Struggles of the Working Poor Daily Report
Day 13 and 14 (November 13th - 14th)

Weight at Beginning of Project:  233 lbs
Weight at End of Phase One:  216 lbs
Weight at Start of Phase Two: 221 lbs
Weight at Start of Today:  216 lbs
Available Funds:   $0.00 (leftover) + $0.00 (Nov 13) + $3.00 (Nov 14) = $3.00
Funds Spent Today:  $10.25 (generic Robaxcet/Ibuprofen)
Remaining Funds:   $0.00 (see New Loan)

New Loan:  $7.25 (Nov 14)
Loan Due Today: $22.57
Loan Payment:   $0.00
Outstanding Loan: $29.82 @ 1.5% per day . . .  $30.27 due on Day 15

Items Purchased:   Generic Robaxcet/Ibuprofen

Free Stuff:  2 Loaves of Bread, 1 Can of Mushrooms, 1 Can of Beans, 1 Dozen Eggs, Half Block of Butter, 2 Leftover Cooked Steaks  (All of these were leftovers at a Men`s Breakfast that were directed to me.)

Gas Purchased* & Remaining:  $0.00 (i.e. 0.00 litres @ $1.129 per litre . . . 0.0 km @ 10 km/litre) + 0.49 litres (gas remaining) = 0.49 litres (4.9 km)
Driving Today:  0 km (i.e. 0.0 litres)
Gas Remaining:  0.49 litres (i.e. 4.9 km)

*Will not include any fuel or driving related to work that is paid for by work.

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  1. hang in there, you never know what will come tomorrow. Most of the time you can eventually see something good in a situation, may this be the case with you. Prayers and blessings. Take care, A.

  2. Sean D. Krausert, EditorNovember 14, 2011 at 9:21 PM

    Thanks for the encouragement. I can see my blessings, as described above. That said, it may be therapeutic to sometimes feel the "blech" . . . or at least that's what I'm telling myself. Tomorrow's another day. :)