I don’t know how much time I have to write. As soon as I start writing, it’s inevitable that within minutes someone will need me. Of course it’s also true that I laze about on the internet for far too long which means I haven’t nearly the conviction needed.
Just a moment ago as I was pouring my second cup of coffee for the morning, I thought how like a movie my life has become. Not meaning that my life is Oscar-worthy dramatic, rather that the obstacles mounted to this seemingly insurmountable peek and now, in just this last week, we have a chance to rebuild.
Husband is most likely getting a job with a nearby high school, one that could lead to a future management position. The hiring manager sounds as if she has every intention of pushing him in that direction and it really is the best news that we’ve received in a long while.
As for me, today I have an interview for an adjunct position to teach a writing course to college freshmen. This is the third interview I’ve had since coming to the States and the first that has excited me.
It’s not that we’re in the clear. Not by a long shot. We still have over $10,000 in medical bills and no insurance. The financial aid officer at the hospital is attempting to get Medicaid to reverse their denial for coverage (which was a ridiculous mistake that happened while I was too sick to manage my daily life and visiting the hospital every two days). At this stage it doesn’t appear that they’ll cover the bills and we’re going to be stuck. The only reason I’m not a puddle of depression on the floor is the promise of employment. Even if neither one of the jobs are high paying, at least we’re not hemorrhaging money. We can appease the hospital with small monthly payments and think to ourselves how it’s not so unlike student loans.
I know I need to see an OB/GYN. Because of being uninsured, I never made an appointment at a clinic for the follow up I was asked to do. There’s still occasional cramping in my pelvic area that gets worse with heavy physical activity. I don’t think it’s too much of a leap to guess my fallopian tube has been damaged and if I think about that too long, I will melt into a depressed puddle.
Instead I’m going to focus on this interview today and making sure my husband does everything he needs to start his job.
I’m going to think about how we’ve overcome a lot, starting with just getting ourselves to this country.
I’m going to remember how unhappy I was in Korea and no matter the crap that we’ve been through in the US, at least now my husband has the promise of a career and I see the ability to mend my brokenness.
At some point we can leave the worst of this behind us and it will simply be a part of our life story that we overcame.
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