Anxiety is waiting for the mail. Oh, and for news of your monthly food stipend. And being stuck here on a hill when your lungs and legs and heart ain't of no great help don't help matters none any. I need a scooter. A fold up scooter I can take on the bus when a bus is called for. For that I'm going to need donations, so send what you can.
My heart is bad and my knees and hips hurt, I could use a walker to get around with, but I don't really have the money. My wishlist is here, and what I'm really hoping for is the walker. Make it possible for me to get outside and get some sunlight.