Lets see if I can keep this concise:
1. I'm concerned if I accept any money from the landlord at this time that it will mean that I have accepted it as full payment for all the work I have done. So no, I'm not going to accept $2000.00 to move when I have 2883 hours of work I need to be paid for. which even at minimum wage comes to well over $25,000.
2.
October of 2012 I had a 'few seizures' in a condition called
status epilepticus. I downplayed that for everyone here, but the reality is I almost died. The state takes such matters seriously and
refuses to allow me to drive. They yanked my license and the last time I went to a doctor to get him to sign off I ended up having a seizure in office. he laughed -literally - at my request to get my license back.
3. In the
past year six of my friends have died and I have gone to their funerals. Unfortunately I had about 8 friends, two of which who have moved to such far away
exotic places as Oregon.
While no doubt for many of you you can just get on the phone and call someone to come help you pack and drive a truck full of crap to a new location, I have to hire a person or persons since everyone I know is now dead. And those who are alive are in worse shape than me or so far away that they will laugh at me if I ask them to come fly out here and help me pack and move.
Co-dependency:
Yes I suppose there is a bit of that going on Mr. Borg. If you followed my link to my post in 2012 after my minor stay in hospital you will note that it was my ex then roommate who discovered my seizing body on the floor in a minor pool of blood. Since then I have been slightly afraid of being alone. I have no idea why.
Three nights ago I ended up having a seizure on the way to the bathroom - not one of my typical absence seizures, a grandmal - tonic colonic type seizure. That on top of the fifth round of flu this year I ended up spending half the night or more sleeping on the floor as I didn't have the energy to crawl the rest of my way to bed.
I lay there in my own piss (on the way to the bathroom, tonic colonic seizures often cause pissing and even defecation - joy) so I had to also find the energy to clean up my own urine before I could manage to fall into bed.
So yes, there is an ulterior motive for wanting someone around, I am scared to death that I'm going to have another status epilepticus and no one will find the body until the stench is pretty high and well after my little dog has eaten my eye balls.
Lawyers appear to want me to come into their office. Unfortunately the nearest bus stop is 1.9 miles away. I am currently suffering from the flu (again) and even then I am down to 140 pounds, weak as a kitten and in pain, lots and lots and lots of pain from my herniated disk. I did send a couple emails to that one link, and I get the automated someone will get with you shortly reply. phone calls get me the never ended musak of being on hold. Apparently lawyers are busy people.
So while I know that I need to do something - and have a fair idea of the things that
should be done, any suggestion to 'do something' is pretty much like telling a legless man to get up and walk.