A true knight always finishes a story...

sooooooo...I finally got through on 211 yesterday, and it's like unlocking a potentially magic door. like multiple resources to get me help and housing (no time frame yet) have opened up, including the hope of getting a Case Manager to get me through the many hoops & obstacles of the System. having congestive heart failure and suffering the dangerous physical results of sleeping in my car seemed to get the worker I spoke to galvanized (cos yeah, from the knees down my calves and feet are freaking and painfully swollen to TWICE their normal size right now). today, I await a callback interview from them between 9am - 3pm. fingers fully crossed. it's been ages since I felt this much hope.

my brother sent enough to get me a room for the night so I can start to elevate my legs & relieve the edema, but if anyone would care to chip in to help me extend that a bit:

my ko-fi

Finally thought things were going to get better. I was supposed to have a second, in person interview today...I was told to wait in the parking lot where I'd park my car to sleep tonight, and a Team would come find me. No set time though; it could be anytime from the afternoon through night. That's just to get me on the list for a shelter bed.

Apparently, I missed the window of when the Housing Team was going to come find me altogether, because the representative I spoke to told me to call her back with exact details of where I'd be over the several hours they would come. I'm starting at the town library to keep out of the heat, moving to McDonald's in the evening (again to keep cool and to have access to a restroom), then finishing overnight in a grocery store parking lot.

She told me to call back with details, but she's not in the office today and won't get the message until Monday. To try to start with someone new won't get me action any sooner, as I have to go through all the steps all over again. I was literally weeping last night because it seemed to me that the hope just felt too good to be true--and as it turns out, it was. Now I've got at least three more nights in my car, and my legs only just recovered from the last time.

sooooooo...I finally got through on 211 yesterday, and it's like unlocking a potentially magic door. like multiple resources to get me help and housing (no time frame yet) have opened up, including the hope of getting a Case Manager to get me through the many hoops & obstacles of the System. having congestive heart failure and suffering the dangerous physical results of sleeping in my car seemed to get the worker I spoke to galvanized (cos yeah, from the knees down my calves and feet are freaking and painfully swollen to TWICE their normal size right now). today, I await a callback interview from them between 9am - 3pm. fingers fully crossed. it's been ages since I felt this much hope.

my brother sent enough to get me a room for the night so I can start to elevate my legs & relieve the edema, but if anyone would care to chip in to help me extend that a bit:

my ko-fi

Finally thought things were going to get better. I was supposed to have a second, in person interview today...I was told to wait in the parking lot where I'd park my car to sleep tonight, and a Team would come find me. No set time though; it could be anytime from the afternoon through night. That's just to get me on the list for a shelter bed.

Apparently, I missed the window of when the Housing Team was going to come find me altogether, because the representative I spoke to told me to call her back with exact details of where I'd be over the several hours they would come. I'm starting at the town library to keep out of the heat, moving to McDonald's in the evening (again to keep cool and to have access to a restroom), then finishing overnight in a grocery store parking lot.

She told me to call back with details, but she's not in the office today and won't get the message until Monday. To try to start with someone new won't get me action any sooner, as I have to go through all the steps all over again. I was literally weeping last night because it seemed to me that the hope just felt too good to be true--and as it turns out, it was. Now I've got at least three more nights in my car, and my legs only just recovered from the last time.