So the MFA Beater has also been rather unwell, but I was trying to whip it along until payday.
No such luck.
It's fixed now (although MFA Mechanic hinted that it is A Very Old Car and I think we may be facing some end-of-life issues with it soonish), but there went our entire safety net, and after spending six hours on a folding chair in the mechanic's waiting room my back is wrecked and I feel like crap. I'm very worried that something will happen to the Beater before I can accumulate a new-Beater fund, or that either my back or my lungs will get in the way of my keeping my wonderful job and all that it has to offer my family.
Happy fucking Thanksgiving, indeed!
Also, if I'm this depressed now I don't look forward to coming down off the steroids.
A lot of this is pain and Prednisone talking, right?