Good News/Bad News
Last week (early October 2016) I received some good news. I made the decision not to splash it all over Social Media, thinking it would be poor-form.
I told only those I see in person and my Carers. I delivered the news by saying;
“I’ve got some good news and some bad news!”
Of course, everyone wanted to know what the bad news is.
A week ago, I didn’t know what the bad news was, I explained I didn’t know yet!
But, wait! Impatient!
The good news is that I got approved for the NDIS. Yeah! Balloons! Celebrations. A Carer and a shower every day of the week and even on weekends.
And they will be paid for.
That alone, I could be $60 better off every month. Then I started thinking about all the other things I would no longer have to pay and that I could see a light at the end of the tunnel.
I didn’t dare calculate how quickly I could pay off my Visa. But roughly, I thought I would not need to keep paying my shrink (officially a Psychologist) or my chiropractor, who I could now actually pay then what they are worth, not what I’ve only been able to afford to pay.
I also wanted to have it cover my beautician costs. God knows, due to steroids for brain swelling, I’ve paid $6,000 for electrolysis to my face. It’s about time someone else paid for it.
I mean, I can’t be a single straight barren celibate spinster with a beard.
I do like to imagine I might still meet the man of my dreams one day. It’s OK if he has facial hair.
I don’t need it…
