... but the test (£380) said killer cells were at the high again, so we need a drip (£1590).
Just as I’ve relaxed a bit. Another £2K!
Now it’s not the matter of whether we cross £10K, but we’re really, seriously approaching £20K total bill! And it’s not over, far from that, 4 more weeks if no more, they even can decide we need closer supervision.
Why the HELL, these bills just keep coming and coming… so frustrating.
And they just smile and swipe your credit card again with those two-, three-, four- digits figures. And again. And again.
And you are not supposed to complain because the baby is more precious to us than any money.
And the Wife is going potty if you even that much as mention money.
But, do I bloody print money?!
Nope, I’m squandering my inheritance.
And I will have to work for them later for already two years extra, still paying off mortgage which could’ve been paid off with these money.
And yes this is what I’m frustrated about.
And yes I am fricking talking about it.
But there’s little point as all I can do is to swipe, swipe, swipe this credit card. And pay, pay, pay.
And hope it all turns well for the Wife and the baby who is already living its life there and is so much awaited here. So hope at least these money won’t be spent in vain.
That’s it, rant over. 3 days ago