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PTSD is damn expensive

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I’ve gained my bearings back, for which I m very grateful. It’s a good thing because I’ve received some news that needs my attention. Doc told me that the insurance company will not pay for my neurofeedback sessions. So, if I want to continue them I will have to pay for them out of pocket. FYI everyone, neurofeedback is seen as experimental for PTSD by insurance companies in the United States.

I am not sure that I can afford the extra charge for the neurofeedback sessions, but they have been tremendously helpful to me. I’m considering taking a loan out on my pension to do this. It’s a very reasonable interest rate, but in the back of my mind I was going to take out such a loan as a down payment on a house.

I know I’ve talked about the travails of considering purchasing a home. I’ve done the math, and if I can come up with a down payment it would be cheaper for me to pay a mortgage. But all my medical expenses have precluded me from saving for such a thing. That is why my fallback was a loan against my pension.

Things could be a lot worse for me. I know this. At least I have a pension fund from which I can take a loan. Still though, all of these medical expenses put me further behind where I want to be in my life.

I’m pondering what to do. I’m even considering a second job. The things we do for mental health …

Letty The Lookout

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Hi guys,

I am scared. I Gotta keep it together. It is hard. I know I am not supposed to be here right now, but I am here.

I think I gotta keep watch. You never know when things are gonna happen.

Beatriz and I went to lunch early so that we can get it together.

It feels weird being in her big body. She wore a new bra today that feels like we are strapped in for take-off. I hate it. I feel bunched. I told Beatriz to take it off. She says we can’t. It has to stay on. She said something about being WORK APPROPRIATE. Boring! And I am still bunched. She said that is what happens when I come out at work. That she’s in boring clothes that bunch. Ugh.

She does not understand that I have a job to do. I am The Lookout!

Sincerely,

Letty

My name Letty

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Ok, I know I already talked today. But I have more to say to you guys. Beatriz let me get back on again, but she says we need to go to sleep soon. Anyways, I wanted to tell you guys about my name. My name Letty stands for Let me! You know, like

Let Me Go

Let Me Out of Here

Let Me Be

Let Me Alone

Get it?

BUT we are not telling Doc my name. He wants to know. I won’t tell him. Don’t tell him. Please.

Ok, Beatriz says it’s bedtime. Bummer. I HATE bedtime big time, like huge big time. I wish bedtime did not exist. EVER. Beatriz says she understands but we still have to go to bed because she has to work. She has to work so that we can buy food and pay for our apartment. I like our apartment but I don’t like us to be alone in it.

Alright now I really gotta go. Beatriz says that if I don’t go right now I won’t get to play with my new Strawberry Shortcake app in bed. So I better go.

Bye bye

Sincerely,

Letty