My optimism didn't even last 24 hours.
On Monday, the first day of the month, DS had a doctor's appointment which I presumed would be fairly routine. A new doc, but that's nothing unusual in his world. I expected a meet-and-greet and the once-over for DS and we would be on our way. Instead, we left with a date in place for a somewhat complicated and extremely painful surgery. After dealing with DS's health issues for so long, I thought I was prepared for all that is thrown our way. I was wrong. And since we're guaranteed a night or two in ICU, the possibilities of more medical bills loom.
It might be my mood, but the regular bills seem even more menacing and impossible this week. I dreamed last night that someone handed me a check that would clear all of our debt in one swoop. I hated to wake up from that one.
They say this too shall pass. Now to convince myself ...