I will bow out of the discussion because I am an obvious cheapskate and have never had that much money.
You’re ok Mikey.
The Li’l-wrekker and Son-of-a-wrek are virtually saying what you said.
“Ma!! are you insane?”
I told them not to mention it to their Dad.
I have no mental boundaries when it comes to sick and injured animals. And I never get the easy fixers.
I would sell a kidney to help.
Oh, umm…I ain’t got no kidneys. Scratch that.
I will help til I cannot.
OMG, Beck, I’m laughing and crying at the same time. 
I’m trying to improve my Karma.
I think I was a Nazi in a former life, my karma ain’t good, now.
I wanna be well, happy with no phobias.
YOU HEAR that Universe??
NO !! PHOBIAS
update on myself
I did something so Stoopid I’m embarrassed to tell it.
I was brushing my teeth after lunch. There’s a vanity and mirror and a small cupboard over the mirror.
I’ve put my tooth brush and paste and my facial cleaner in there. I got the tooth brush and brushed my teeth. My hair was in my face so I slung my head back to get my hair outta the way.
I’m tall, I left the cupboard door open. I immediately went down. I hit my head on the corner of the cupboard door.
I never lost consciousness.
But I did see stars. Just like on cartoons the stars were going around my head.
The fall alarm on my hospital bracelet sent the nurse.
I was still sitting on the floor when she got there.
Apparently blood was everywhere. Head bumps like that are very free flowing. But I’m also on a blood thinner for dialysis.
So it looked like a murder scene within minutes.
The nurse put out the general alarm.
She put paper toweling on my head and was holding some serious pressure. I kept trying to pull her hand off, it hurt. “I have dent in my scalp lady” I wanted her to stop pressing.
I was a bit out of it.
They send me by ambulance to the hospital around the corner.
They called the family. The Li’l-wrekker got there before I did. She was waiting at the emergency room.
She was asking me what happened. I signed to her, I did not know. I was seriously addled.
The nurse told her I fell.
I knew that wasn’t entirely right. But I didn’t know why or how.
I have 4 stitches and a mild concussion.
It just never stops.
But then there’s Jojo. He needs me.
He caused many kerfuffles today, I hear.
He’s just trying to keep up with you.
Doin’ pretty good.
Massive headache.
I’m moving around, but slowly.
I expect the neurologist today, after dialysis.
That’s going swimmingly, so far.
Jojo
That cat!! He’s greeting every new patient.
Sometimes happily, sometimes rudely.
The Vet said he’s got a very good sense of which patients are calm and which will cause trouble. He wants to hire Jojo as a door greeter and patient assessor.
He’s also been ripping thru the clinic like a crazy little man.
His neck is looking alot better. No new swelling. He’s still not liking the the flushing of the tubes or his antibiotic injections.
He’s world’s better than when he first got there. Miracle cat.
The bathroom is a dangerous place! Medicine cabinets, mirrors, soap dishes, shower doors, all at the ready for a bloody mess.
I hope you are feeling better soon.
Sounds like jojo is a happy kitten. What a transformation.
Sounds like you had a seizure that left you unsteady. Ye gpds and little fishes, woman! You have that brain implant and “FALL RISK” bracelet for a reason.
I think you’re right. The neurologist has just left. He’s not at all happy.
I go to the hospital tomorrow for more testing.
I’ll never get out of here. I’m doomed.
Is this the place with Dot and Dash in the prison yard? If so, there’s that.
Yes, the rehab. I suppose I’ll stay here as long as my insurance pays.
The food is miles better than any other joint I’ve been in.
And I do have access to out of doors.
I just wanna be home.
I suppose this is safer(hmmm?)than home and my family hovering over me, non-stop.
It’s not fair to them.
But it’s not like I’m being viewed 100%, here.
I’m left to my own devices most of the day.
Yet, help is at hand when things go crazy. In my life that’s nearly a daily thing.
I’m ok, really. Just feeling sorry for myself.
hugs the Beck
Totally justified, IMHO. 
Would it help if we cuddled for a spell?
I need hugs, thanks
Mine, also.
I can relate. To the falls as I am tall (and obese), and to the feeling sorry for oneself. My PT starts tomorrow. I can already hear them cracking the whip.
Be a good girl and think about every move you make. Yes, it slows you down considerably, but better than another fall. Hugs to you and scritches to the yard cats. 
I’ll have my fingers crossed for you.
I always say when you’re tall there’s more things that can pain you afterwards. Bones longer, muscles longer. Tendons stretched longer.
PT folks don’t give no truck to my theory.
They just boss you around more.
Good luck, my friend. Let us know how you’re doing.