What kind of day has it been

Yes, deliberate Sorkin shout-out there.

So on my way to the appointment with the Housing Authority caseworker I stopped in at the apartment complex and spoke briefly with the new complex manager. She was nice to me (probably helped that I did not get pissy at her for something that had been decided by her higher-ups) and it looks like I will have an extra month breathing space. BIG PLUS THERE.

My Housing Authority caseworker was nice too, and referred me to Adult Protective Services to try and get help with moving.

When I got home, I had another bill in the mail from the ER trying to get me to pay for stuff I was told would be covered by Medicare, so I had to call THEM. Gave them my Medicare/Medicaid info again.

Then I called Adult Protective Services. The intake worker seemed a lot more interested in how suicidal I might currently be, to the point where she

CALLED THE POLICE TO DO A WELFARE CHECK ON ME.

The cops were fairly nice and all and I was able to reassure them that I did not need to be hauled to the psych ward for an involuntary hold but it was seriously fucking scary.

And an APS caseworker called and will be coming to see me in the morning.

But fucking hell, I am WRUNG OUT.

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I don't think I've listened to this song since I was too young to get it.