Like dangling cheese in front of a mouse

Not that I’ve ever tried that. But I certainly feel like the mouse today. Or like I’m running to catch something, and it keeps getting pulled out of my reach. I was sent to a collection agency for my hospital bill, and I put the entire amount on two credit cards, one that I’d just paid off, and another that I was close to paying off. No matter how hard I work, I can’t seem to clear my medical bills. All that money, just to find out I have Trigeminal Neuralgia, just to have somebody stand there and say, “This is what you’ve got, and here’s what you can take.” All that money for a bottle of pills and an anxious disposition. Cheese, anyone?

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