Having difficulty breathing. A trip up 19 steps to my bedroom has me huffing and puffing, ready to pass out. And I just discovered that my FSA account is down to $22 and the year isn’t even half over. Poverty (or debt), here I come!
IV line in, EKG and x-rays, and Zofran for the nausea being administered. I’ve already taken two days off of work this week and I cannot afford to take any more. Now they want to send me to the ER.
This is going to be fun...