I've applied to a few of those programs -- waiting to hear on a couple of them. They're harder to get into now than they used to be 7 or 8 years ago, the last time I needed "assistance." Now they want tax returns and stuff to prove your income, and a single person usually can't make over $17K. I made over that last year, so I'm S.O.L. if they look at my tax returns. I've just been writing at the bottom that I'm unemployed (which I am at the moment) and being supported by family and friends (also true), and that my state insurance has been applied for but hasn't come through yet (also true).

It's funny that a post should come to this thread just now because today I have just been really pissed off about this whole disease and everything connected to it. My hematologist's nurse called and said that when I come in for labs on Thursday -- which I didn't know I had to do -- they want me to come down to the clinic afterward and wait for the results, because my magnesium has been low and they want to see if I'll need a transfusion.

I couldn't care less if I need a magnesium tranfusion; I got them twice a day for weeks in the hospital, they don't take very long, and of all the things that could go wrong for me right now, low magnesium doesn't even rate on the meter. But taken as a whole, I'm g-d sick of transfusions and blood draws and of being exhausted for a day and a half after spending two hours in the outside world. I hate needing at least one nap a day, even if I never leave the apartment. I hate having to take 6 billion meds with 6 billion side effects. I hate the whole fricking thing, and I don't know why it had to be me. One in 2 million people gets this disease. Why did I have to be the fricking statistic?!?!

Argh. Sorry for the vent.

Candy