The last two days, we had a financial crisis to weather: I had exceeded the credit limit of my bank account and was two months behind with the payments of the electricity & gas bill, and had two letters in the mail which threatened me with termination of the bank account and gas supply respectively if I didn’t pay off the debts immediately. The bank account wasn’t a major obstacle since a smaller sum only was required to bump it back into the credit range, but the electricity & gas bill posed a huge problem – no matter how we juggled the figures, we did not have enough money to pay it off. I tried to arrange a payment in rates, but while the idea got green-lighted by the company representative I spoke to on the phone, the finances department never called me back to discuss the details. So in the end I had to ask a friend to help us out – which she graciously did, and actually had offered to do first.
I don’t like mixing friendships and finances, but when forced to choose between having the heating turned off and asking for help, I will swallow my scruples and pride. As bad as it is that I have to ask for help and as much as I have cursed my situation and the depression which led me into it, one positive aspect of it is that I can be certain that my friends are not fair-weather-friends only, but genuinely care.
It also reminded me of something my therapist once told me – that one cannot be successful in this world without a support net of other people, and that you cannot recover without asking others for help.
The good news are that my therapist’s statement is in the mail and should arrive within the next two days, which means that on Monday I can officially start the application process for welfare. So hopefully the financial problems will be alleviated a little soon.
One huge problem on top of the monetary hassle was that I had to manage the organisation of all the “negotiations” while suffering through the venlafaxine side-effects: yesterday I made my phone calls in the morning, before taking the antidepressant, with the result that I was well past my usual breakfast time when finally being done with them, and already had withdrawal symptoms. Today I had to wait for a company representative to come over, which was scheduled for 11 AM. So I was up and dressed the entire time when during the past week I would tide over the most intense side-effects in bed, meaning that I completely spaced out on the sofa because of the brain zaps. I was so dizzy that I could hardly see straight. Eventually my husband persuaded me to take a nap, which was just as well, because the guy showed up at 2.30 PM only.
Generally I am doing better, though: my appetite is getting up and while meat still is a no-go, I actually had a proper dinner tonight (spaghetti with tomato sauce), the first in a week!