An Edited Email I Sent To A Friend

 

 My former landlord/roommate had an accident, brain damage, and I helped with the months-long process of moving him into a home. His daughter is now my landlady. 
She's a chiropractor.


When I hurt my back, she started forcing her services on me. She lives out of state, but told me to see a colleague of hers, here. I told her I would - and would've, if only for being in the ironic situation I was in, as an anti-alternative medicine back patient with chiropractor for a landlady - but she never made the referral. Yesterday I found out why.


While having a conversation about my falling behind on my rent - $650.00 - I said, "Come on, you're a chiropractor, you must know what's happened to me." And she bellowed "DON'T ACT LIKE YOU HAVE ANY RESPECT FOR MY PROFESSION!" The venom really came pouring out after that.


It seems her father let her know my feelings on the subject, and I didn't make the proper chirping sounds when she offered the referral (hence her not making the appointment) and she's been stewing about it ever since, basically growing to hatred without saying a word to me until now. And now she wants me out. No amount of money can console her - nothing. She just wants me out and (while I don't know if it's legal with just a verbal warning) she's giving me three days to do it or she says she has "people" who will.


Since I can't tell you what you can or can't do, I'll tell you where I am:


A few months ago, when I got hit with the ulcer (the first ailment before my back, possibly, from dealing with her father) I had just gotten completely out of debt. My years of effort following (I'm not kidding) the Dave Ramsey/Sean Hannity advice of conquering it (put away as much of everything you get as possible, paying big bills first, etc./find a construction job) had paid off. I finally had all my things with me (that had been sitting in storage, in California, for years), plans for my new record, and about $5,000 in the bank. I was actually dancing around the house I was so happy - it worked - and I'd done it! The old fashioned way.


Then I got struck down. My first prescription was for $800 - and it was one of three. More followed. It's been one thing after another after that. Even a Country song - my truck broke down during it all.


I am now $4,000 in debt. That's it. Not insurmountable, just a violent set-back for a guy like me.


I'm not asking anyone for that. I've desperately got to get my stuff into storage and me out of here. That's it.


If you can help - any amount - I'd even appreciate a loan. I am responsible, just - shit happens. My back's much better, I've just sworn off chairs. I'll do what I have to do.

And thanks.
 

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