Journal · Vulnerable

Appointments, Answers, and the Weight of Numbers

Trying to move forward while every door feels quietly closed

Summary
Between appointments, bills, and unanswered attempts to work, the day carried a familiar tension—doing everything right while progress still feels out of reach.
By A Work in Progress
Jan 21, 2026

A Morning in Motion

January 20, 2026 began like most weekdays do—getting Isabella, Zion, and Joey to school, then making sure Brandon and Jaden were out the door as well. It was one of those mornings where everything had to happen in the right order or the whole thing would fall apart.

By around 9:30, I went to pick up Eve. We both had doctor's appointments scheduled at the same time.

Choosing a New Doctor

I decided to switch my primary care doctor to hers. The last time I went with her, I liked the way this doctor operated. He spoke clearly, directly, and didn't sugarcoat things. That kind of honesty matters to me, especially when it comes to health.

Eve was there to go over test results. The doctor explained that some of her levels were still elevated and that additional blood work would be needed to rule out other causes. Because she also tested positive for a new strain of the flue, the plan was to wait until she recovered before running more tests. She was told to rest.

She also took a pregnancy test, which came back negative. That landed differently for both of us. For her, it was reassurance. For me, it stirred something quieter and heavier. I still want another child someday—one I can raise alongside the mother, present and together. I see that possibility in Eve, even if the timing isn't right now.

My Turn in the Chair

I had my own reasons for being there. I requested blood work to check on things that have been concerns before—cholesterol, vitamin levels, anything that might explain ongoing fatigue. I also brough up chronic back pain and asked about cancer screening.

The answer was straightforward. I'm too young for screening without additional risk factors, and insurance wouldn't cover it. For my back, the doctors needs my previous X-rays and documentation showing I've already tried physical therapy.

After the appointment, I called my former doctor's office and asked them to send everything they had over. It felt good to at least be moving the process forward.

Between Appointments and Reality

I took Eve home and hung out for a bit before heading to pick up my pain medication (not a controlled substance). When I got to the pharmacy, it was closed for lunch, so I ended up grabbing food from the Subway inside the store.

I paid with the cash I had on me, even though my bank account is currently overdrawn. That's the part that sat heavy in my chest. The numbers don't lie, even when you try not to look at them.

There are bills due soon. The electric has to be paid by Friday to stay in compliance with the lease. It's overwhelming when you stop and actually calculate the household bills versus the income.

Trying to Work, Still Being Shut Out

Lately, I've been trying to get back into landscaping—work I did for nearly 18 years. It's not unfamiliar to me. It's honest work. Physical. Reliable. Something I know how to do well.

I've been posting on Nextdoor every single day, offering services, being respectful, keeping it simple. And still—nothing. No messages. No calls. No interest.

I don't mind working. I don't mind sweating. I don't even mind starting small again. What gets to me is the silence, especially when I'm actively trying.

Door-to-door isn't really an option anymore either. In today's world, knocking on someone's door feels less like initiative and more like a risk. One post in the wrong neighborhood group—"Should I call the police? This guy knocked on my door." That's the culture now. People trying to earn a living are treated like threats.

It feels like every route forward is blocked before it even opens.

I'm still trying. Still showing up. Still putting myself out there. But days like this make it feel like the universe itself is standing in the doorway, arms crossed, daring me to keep going.

And somehow, I still do.

Evening Distractions

After picking up the kids from school, I went home. I worked on the computer for a bit, cleaned what I could, and played some games—trying to quiet my mind without fully shutting down.

Later in the evening, once Isabella was asleep, I finished watching The Possession, the movie The Sister had recommended earlier. After that, I put on Girl in the Basement. Neither was light, but both kept my mind occupied.

I didn't end up falling asleep until after 2:30am knowing I had a 6:30am wake up time and I tend to not ever sleep straight through. I got probably 2 hours of sleep.

What the Day Left Me With

Today was full of information, numbers, and reminders—about health, money, and the thin line between managing and barely holding it together.

I'm trying to take things one step at a time. Appointments made. Records requested. Kids cared for. Day survived.

Some days that has to be enough.

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