cabbitzilla | (no subject)

Megan arrived a bit over three hours ago with my meds. The timing... was fortuitous, as I'd just slid into the hallucinations and wild panic stage of things. I... am really hoping that I've fought through the last of them, now. Suddenly being convinced that the room is filled with spiders intent on eating me is... less than pleasant.

Normally, I'm not phased by spiders.

Enough of 'me' has resurfaced at this point that I'm now painfully aware that I'm out of cigarettes. Trying to find a convenient excuse to send Megan to the store... and pick a pack up for me while she's there. It's not something she's particularly willing to make a special trip for.

I'm also lucid enough to see that this -is- going to be a pattern; with Megan's temp job not running at full hours, everything's going into mortgages and groceries... leaving no money for the roughly $350/month medication bill the Duragesic patches present. My attempts to get MedAssist have been met with the terminally slow bureaucratic nightmare that is Social Services, my blood family is all tapped out, and I'm running out of options. *sigh* Anyone feel like shouldering that one for me?

I'm not exactly expecting the thunder of a crowd racing to say yes, either.

Somehow, being eaten by the spiders looks like the nicer option...