Wife's been working on all that stuff. Was hoping I could apply for medicaid, but we make "too" much, which is laughable, especially since I'm not employed.
Which pisses me off. If I was a lazy bum, I could have that. But since I've worked my whole life, and paid into such services, I'm not eligible.
I have a great deal of empathy for you, friend. Similar boat myself - 30 years of physical job means busted joints and torn muscles and, at 60, I'm too young for retirement - STD insurance
I paid for bailed at 9 weeks, maintaining I wasn't injured, Worker's Comp stated, not untruthfully, that at least the Achilles tendon tear was pre-existing, and I've been filing for unemployment from NHES since mid-July without yet receiving payment. I've applied for disability with the SSA, but that won't get decided until mid-2023. It's a bitter, bitter series of pills to have to swallow, being told in no uncertain terms that you have to change your life if you want to keep it. I don't have COPD - yet - but the fucker is that by the time you're nearing retirement, working towards that has exacted too high a toll to enjoy it, even if you manage to escape being swallowed by debt from a health care system that treats you like a commodity, and an insurance system that insures nothing except for the continued employment of massive amounts of people trying to keep all that money in the pockets of shareholders and owners. It ain't about your health or how hard you've worked or how much you gave it your best - it's about your money. Federal and state agencies don't disburse funds that readily either, though that is the purpose of those funds - because poor people can't be trusted, in their view. I had to have an hour long conversation with "Benefit Payment Control" from NHES after getting a $100/week part time job, even though they (Unemployment) haven't cut me a check for 21 weeks, being spoken to like a teenager trying to game their system. I pointed out I am hardly ripping them off by having a starvation wage job - and that my unemployment eligibility runs out next month at 26 weeks and I still haven't received a check. blah. blah. blah.
I will say this, not to be blithe, or any kind of mean at all - I try every day to appreciate just being upright. Yes, shit sucks, and there's way more of it going on in my life - and I assume yours and everyone else's - I haven't bitched about here. I am...unhappy, much of the time. I am, however, still cognate of my heart thumping away, which I take to mean: I am not done yet. I don't believe you are, either. I'm not suggesting I think it won't be really, really hard - or much fun at all, or even rewarding...but for me at least, when life is hard, it means you're (I'm) still living. Anyway. I'm off to make $44 at my part time job. Actually going to break $100 in earnings this week...yay.