Sheriff’s sale is still set for November 29th. We don’t have any alternate housing lined up. We are considering declaring bankruptcy, but even that would cost $2,000.00 in attorney’s fees which we don’t have.
In addition to this, my health has nosedived due to one of those Obamacare Death Panels we were warned about and scoffed at. When applying for recertification for Medicaid, a clerk refused to believe that the income from the strip was only $1,900.00 a year (yes, that’s correct) and entered it as $1,900.00 a MONTH, making me ineligible and cancelling my insurance. I applied for an appeal, which should have kept my insurance active but they cancelled it anyway. So my rheumatoid arthritis has gone untreated since October 1st.
I also have a condition called meralgia paraesthetica, which normally causes intermittent sunburn-like pain in my left leg. For the past two weeks, however, it has converted to a constant, sharp, stabbing pain It has fouled up my sleep cycle and made it all but impossible to walk, let alone think creatively.
And then there was the election. Well, not so much the election itself as what has happened since. Like many Americans I have been stunned at the number of people who have taken the election of Donald Trump to be permission to assault minorities, vandalize, threaten people who are different from them, and so on. When piled on top of everything else I have actually found myself thinking that as far as I’m concerned, it’s possible that nothing will ever be funny again.
In fact, the past several days I’ve actually found myself praying for a peaceful death as an alternative to what I’m faced with. I don’t plan to take my own life, don’t worry, but sometimes I wish someone else would.
Next week is another set of reruns (these two weeks are from when the strip first signed up with what was then UComi
I will pray for you, Pab. It’s all I have for you, being out of work for three and a half years in this jobless “recovery.” I was going to say this about today’s strip; but I think it applies equally well to you: The fact that you realize you have a problem indicates that you are not too far gone. At least, that’s what Lucy the psychiatrist said to Charlie Brown once.
BE THIS GUY about 8 years ago
At least she is self-aware.
jadoo823 about 8 years ago
…did I miss something? Is the strip starting from the beginning again?
Sherlock Watson about 8 years ago
There are actually worse fates than “Gasoline Alley.”
:
“Family Circus,” for example.
floralian about 8 years ago
Pab was having his house foreclosed on, and said it would be reruns for a while. Pab, how about an update? How are things?
danketaz Premium Member about 8 years ago
I knew it! That’s Walt in drag!
Pab Sungenis creator about 8 years ago
Hi, folks. Here’s the latest.
Sheriff’s sale is still set for November 29th. We don’t have any alternate housing lined up. We are considering declaring bankruptcy, but even that would cost $2,000.00 in attorney’s fees which we don’t have.
In addition to this, my health has nosedived due to one of those Obamacare Death Panels we were warned about and scoffed at. When applying for recertification for Medicaid, a clerk refused to believe that the income from the strip was only $1,900.00 a year (yes, that’s correct) and entered it as $1,900.00 a MONTH, making me ineligible and cancelling my insurance. I applied for an appeal, which should have kept my insurance active but they cancelled it anyway. So my rheumatoid arthritis has gone untreated since October 1st.
I also have a condition called meralgia paraesthetica, which normally causes intermittent sunburn-like pain in my left leg. For the past two weeks, however, it has converted to a constant, sharp, stabbing pain It has fouled up my sleep cycle and made it all but impossible to walk, let alone think creatively.
And then there was the election. Well, not so much the election itself as what has happened since. Like many Americans I have been stunned at the number of people who have taken the election of Donald Trump to be permission to assault minorities, vandalize, threaten people who are different from them, and so on. When piled on top of everything else I have actually found myself thinking that as far as I’m concerned, it’s possible that nothing will ever be funny again.
In fact, the past several days I’ve actually found myself praying for a peaceful death as an alternative to what I’m faced with. I don’t plan to take my own life, don’t worry, but sometimes I wish someone else would.
Next week is another set of reruns (these two weeks are from when the strip first signed up with what was then UComi
K M about 8 years ago
I will pray for you, Pab. It’s all I have for you, being out of work for three and a half years in this jobless “recovery.” I was going to say this about today’s strip; but I think it applies equally well to you: The fact that you realize you have a problem indicates that you are not too far gone. At least, that’s what Lucy the psychiatrist said to Charlie Brown once.