Breaking the bank

It has been a long exhausting day for me yesterday. After settling my affairs at the Embassy, I spend the entire day scouting for furnitures and other household items. I went to Ikea for inspiration, and the place was packed. Every section of Ikea was crowded. I had to be in the line for over 15mins at the food hall. At the end of my shopping, I have only 3 items with me. An ‘as it’ stool, a plant, and a toilet brush! But all the available check out counters at the main hall were full too. To make matter worse, the line was taking far too long to move. After standing there for 3mins, I decided to leave. I can’t do this anymore. I was queing for 20-mins at the Embassy, and then at the food hall. My feet will be damned if I continue.

Upon arriving ‘home,’ I pondered on the incomplete ‘To Buy’ list which I have made. I wondered, how am I gonna afford this? The list simply consists of the basic necessity for a family’s household with many missing important items still! I knew I would have exhausted all our resources to get through the list. All the expenses have surpassed our savings and we will have nothing left. This worries me, heaps. I have never been in a situation like this before in my life. This is devastating. Once again, I am back to the lowest of the low. All I see is poverty in the making!

Oh, dear Lord! Please have mercy on this poor soul and her family!

“Out of the frying pan into the fire!”

Life is at a stand still. I’m going through physical torment and mental abuse. As much as I like to spew it all on my blog, I strongly believe my life will be in jeopardy if words are out.
Here I am sitting on my bed suffering from great pain. Several days ago, for no apparent reason, my hammer toe is sprained and the entire foot is swollen. Anyone who has a hammer toe or has seen one would understand the fragility of this form of toes.
This morning, out of the blue, my achilles from the same foot is in pain as well. The pain (I’m guessing it is from the tendon) is pulling right up to the buttocks. Already I have difficulty standing and walking using the crutches, now — any movement from my injured leg excruciates the pain.
You might think this is the best time to rest. But let me assure you that it is completely the opposite. My professional commitments are pilling up; they are due and need to be attended to as soon as possible. To make matter worse, I am 4000 miles away — trying to attend to my personal commitments.
So, how am I not out of the frying pan into the fire?