The only certainty is bad grammar

remember when i had my gall bladder out?

it’s wasn’t exactly an optional surgery. the stupid organ i didn’t even know i had was causing me to basically bleed through my eyeballs with pain all the freaking time and i kept ending up in the hospital because of it.

so i HAD to have to have it taken out. it was either that or feel the force of God and vomit in ER waiting rooms once a month until i die.

and i had health insurance.

and it covered most of it.

but im still stuck paying back about $1,000 to the hospital for the er visits and the surgery.

and don’t get me wrong. i was in so much pain during the whole thing that i gladly would have signed away all of my future earnings and my children’s future earnings to have it dealt with. (money is worth squat when it feels like needles are coming out your middle section).

but now.

dude, $1,000 is a lot of freaking money. and im just rich enough that the hospital isn’t going to write off the debt as a charity case.

so im trying to be all responsible. im trying to pay it back. i even have a nice little system set up where every pay day the hospital takes $50 out of my bank account.

except, the thing is, i really need that 50 bucks every two weeks.

like to eat and stuff.

seriously.

im that broke.

and see, rich people just don’t understand. to them, $50 smackers a pay check is nothing.

except, two days ago, i had to get two new tires on my car. so that’s another $120.

then i paid $500 in rent.

then i spent $150 on gas and groceries, and $12 plus tax on a johnny depp bag.

and bam!, i’ve got nothing left for the next two weeks. just like magic.

im sure i’ll get by. i’m sure i’ll be fine. and per usual, disclaimer: im not looking for handouts.

but God forbid i need another tire. or worse, i need another organ taken out. because seriously guys, i just can’t afford it.