Arising From the Ashes of Credit Card Debt

Today Marilyn Armstrong published a post asking for bloggers to go back in time to their own earlier stories.  I’m happy to join in. 

My old post from 2014 is a bit lengthy, but I think it’s appropriate for our current financial times when so many people are being forced into debt just to make ends meet:

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SillyCatMy new bedroom furniture arrived today.  While new furniture is generally a happy occasion for most people, for me it is especially exciting because I was able to finance it over a two-year period at Zero Percent Interest!

I suppose some background information is in order.  From the early 1980s to early 2000s, I relied heavily on credit cards in order to raise my three kids and maintain my home.  We didn’t live extravagantly, but it just seemed that someone always needed shoes, someone needed medical care, or the house needed some kind of repair.  And, of course, there was additional stuff like parts falling off cars or tires needing replacement.  We were living paycheck to paycheck, and that credit was just so easy to get – I think at one point I had almost every major credit card on the market.

Somehow I managed to meet the minimum monthly payments each month – until the federal government, in its wisdom, changed the minimum payment requirements in 2008.  Suddenly, the minimum payments on each card doubled or tripled – two of my cards had previously carried minimum payments of $100 a month, and each of them jumped to $450-$500 a month (which was pretty much the total monthly payments I had been making prior to the change, and I had been struggling with that).

Well, as they say, push came to shove.  I tried desperately to work with my creditors.  Chase accommodated me easily and put me on a 5-year repayment plan at a monthly payment I could afford.

BOABank of America, however, was a whole different story.  I literally begged Bank of America to help me.  I even got an attorney I knew to go on a conference call between me and the Bank of America representative.  I suggested that if Bank of America were to agree to extend the repayment plan to 10 years instead of 5, I could manage to pay the debt in full.  Instead, Bank of America urged me to apply through them for a THIRD mortgage on my house (no thanks – I had already taken out a second mortgage in an attempt to ease my credit card burden).

On one memorable call, I told the customer service rep that I had X amount of money with which I could make the payment that month.  The rep took my bank account information so as to apply the payment (whew!).  But then the rep told me, “Ok, now you only owe another [X amount] to meet this month’s payment.  When can we expect that?”  (Hellooooo, didn’t I just tell her that was ALL the money I had left that month?)

To make a long story shorter, I wound up doing two things:  (1) I complained to the Office of the Comptroller of the Treasury about Bank of America’s tactics, and (2) I ultimately was forced to file for Chapter 7 bankruptcy (I couldn’t even qualify for a Chapter 13 because my debts were too high).

By refusing to work with me, Bank of America wound up getting zip/nada/zero on the outstanding balance on that card.  Wasn’t that a good business decision?!

Which brings me to today’s post.

BankruptcyFilingsBankruptcy is embarrassing and time- and paper-intensive, but in my case totally necessary.  When my monthly payments jumped from a total of $400 a month to something like $1,800 a month, there was just no way I could meet them and still pay my mortgage and keep my kids fed and clothed.

After emerging from bankruptcy, I enjoyed paying cash for everything.  There’s something uplifting about pulling large dollar bills from my purse to pay for a purchase while everyone else in line is trying to find a credit card with some balance left on it.

Of course, the downside is that major expenses, such as household appliances and the new roof, must also be paid in cash.  But somehow we managed over the next couple of years.  Six months out of bankruptcy, I was even able to lease a brand new car because I had an existing relationship with Ford Credit and had never missed a car payment even while going through the bankruptcy.

New cars make me feel special, but there were times I still felt a need to re-establish myself as a worthy credit risk.  Sometimes things come up (like vet bills) that require access to funds that you simply don’t have at the moment.

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I tried a number of times, unsuccessfully, to reapply for credit.  Sure, I could have gotten one of those cards with a 39% interest rate and an annual fee of $100 or so, but I didn’t want that.  I felt it was better to wait until I could obtain credit like everyone else.  I diligently made every mortgage payment (both of them), the utility payments, the car payment, etc., and I routinely put any extra money into a newly established savings account.  Every six months or so, I would apply for a major credit card, and every six months or so I would be rejected.

Three years out of bankruptcy, I found I needed a new bedroom dresser because the drawers in the one I owned had given way, making the dresser totally unusable.  I began shopping for economical dressers I could afford.  As I was perusing the website of a local furniture store, I saw an ad to apply for their store credit, and I thought, “Oh what the hell – I’ll give it another shot.”

I applied, and almost immediately, was accepted!  WTF?!  It was especially exciting because it turned out the credit is actually offered through a major national bank, not by the local store itself.

So I went to the store expecting to buy a small dresser at something like 27.99% interest (which I intended to pay off immediately to avoid actually accruing that interest).  I figured it was a good way to help rebuild my credit rating.

When the saleslady mentioned the store was running a no-interest-for-two-years special, I actually laughed.  No way would I qualify.  But I did – guess my credit has improved just enough over the last three years!

PhoenixAnd so, I received my new bedroom furniture today, and I’m basically paying cash for it but just extending the payment out over two years.  Is that cool or what?

I’m feeling almost human again, financially speaking. 

How about you? Did you ever struggle with credit card debt, and what did you do about it?

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NOW Are We Having Fun?

Let me start off by reassuring my readers that hubby and I are currently not in any danger of starving nor losing our home.  We’re somehow still able to buy groceries and, with a little help from local government, meet our utility and other bills.

But things are tight, and getting tighter day by day.  Everyone I know is in the same, or similar, boat.  Prices keep rising, but income doesn’t.  We’ve all (or at least most of us) had to cut back on everything, including essentials at times.  We’ve had to substitute lesser products for those we really want, and have had to totally eliminate products and services that aren’t truly neccesary to sustain life as we know it.

After my bad fall and other medical issues which affected my mobility, my husband took over the grocery shopping.  So, I haven’t really paid much attention to the prices of eggs, toilet paper, etc. – until I discovered a recent receipt from the grocery store.

Yikes!

I’m so glad my kids are all grown and on their own.  I don’t know how families survive these days.

As for me, here are some things I’ve had to give up over the last year or so:

Bacon.  I love bacon, but I prefer the low-sodium version, and when the price climbed to $9.99 per pound, I simply couldn’t justify it.  So, on the rare occasions we can afford to order out, I usually add bacon – whether it’s on pizza or a sub, just so long as I can get that flavor once in while.

Wine.  I used to enjoy a glass of wine in the evening, and I still would if only I could justify the cost.  But it seems I can either buy a bottle of wine or a multipack of toilet paper.  I have ulcerative colitis, so the choice is obvious.

Fresh meat, chicken, or fish.  I can stretch that budget so much better if I don’t have to pay the exorbitant prices for these items.  How can I justify $9.00 for half a pound of haddock or cod, when I can only get one meal out of it?  Fortunately, I can still afford rotisserie chicken – it runs about $7.99 for a whole chicken, and I can get four or more meals out of it.  And on rare occasions, I can manage the cost of two pounds of hamburger to make meatloaf – which turns into quite a few meals and sandwiches.

Fresh fruit.  I used to buy fresh strawberries, but the price became unreasonable and the fruit seemed to spoil more quickly than previously, so that’s been removed from the shopping list.  Even apples have become overpriced – which is fine by me, because I’m not a big apple fan anyway.

Eating at a restaurant or ordering takeout.  Who can afford restaurants these days?  Certainly not me, not even fast food like McDonald’s or Burger King.  Having said that, let me add that we do occasionally (like maybe once every two months) manage to save enough to order from our favorite Italian restaurant.  The portions there are huge – I can easily get four servings out of one of their meals, so I  figure the cost can be justified in view of being able to get better tasting, fresher, and more nutritious food.  On even rarer occasions, we sometimes manage pizza or subs – but those are purely a treat since they each only provide two meals at most.

Entertainment.  If it’s fun but costs money, we don’t do it.  No movies, plays, museums, zoos; no Netflix or other paid subscriptions; no raffles or lottery tickets.

Road trips, anywhere.  Okay, so this isn’t that big an issue because we never go anywhere anyway, except for medical appointments and errands.  But were I so inclined, I would definitely have to think hard and long about spending money on additional gas and accommodations just because I felt like it.

Looking for a new home.  Not to upset my wonderful neighbors who might read this, but as hubby and I get older, it’s becoming harder to maintain our home.  He still does all the work, including lawn mowing and snow removal, and trust me, that’s not easy.  We discussed hiring someone, but can’t afford it.  No way can we justify over $1,000 for a winter contract when we have so many other expenses.  We’ll just have to take our chances and hope that if we get hit with a storm my husband can’t handle, we’ll be able to find someone to do a one-time snow removal.  In any event, I have been reviewing the local real estate market for affordable apartments – and there simply aren’t any.  Even units in traditionally “bad” areas of town are renting for more than I pay for the monthly mortgage.  So I guess we’ll be staying in place for now.

Christmas.  We stopped gift-giving last year, and that’s not changing.  There’s simply no room in the budget for gifts to anyone, not even our own children.  They understand and agree – their budgets aren’t great these days either.  We will (hopefully) manage to get together for a big family meal, and that will  be our gift to each other.

So, as I said, things are tight – but they could be so much worse.  We could be idling our cars in a half-mile-long foodbank line like those folks in West Virginia.  But we’re not (yet). 

We’re fortunate that we have a little (very little) in savings, but enough that when our washing machine died this week, the stress of paying for a replacement didn’t cause either of us a heart attack.  (It helped that the machine had the courtesy of dying on a holiday weekend when the store was having a big sale.)

We’re fortunate that when we purchased our current home, we did so knowing we would have to make the mortgage payments well into our retirement years, and while we probably could have afforded a bigger, nicer house, we stayed within a lower price range and a subsequently lower mortgage payment.  We’re fortunate that we both managed to buy new vehicles during our last year of work, and while we will, of course, have to pay for things like tires and brakes etc., at least we can expect those vehicles to last until we can no longer drive.

And, of course, we’re fortunate that we’ve withstood tough times before, and we know how to stretch that limited budget to the max.  We’ll get through this; I hope everyone else will, too.

Hugs, all.

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Image at head of post taken at my new doctor’s office, because they required a photo.  It’s mine, so I figure I can use it freely.  Other images by Cordelia’s Mom/TeddyRosalieStudio

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All Fixed (Both Meanings)

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Yep, you read that right.

Technically, I was “fixed” when I had my tubes tied many years ago, but now I’m 100% unable to do the deed.  Which is fine by me, because at my age I’m not interested in any more kids – and as for enjoyment, there are other ways ….

I know, that’s way too much information.

Surgery for the prolapsed bladder (colpocleisis) went well, and I’m back home.  No surgical pain, just a little muscle soreness; and, of course, my nether region feels like I just spent a very fun weekend with a romantic partner.  I can handle that.

The surgeon and the hospital staff were awesome.  Every single person – the doctors, nurses, aides, food service personnel, cleaning people, etc. – were compassionate,  caring, and non-judgmental.  I haven’t felt so pampered in a very long time.

It was a little unnerving when the surgeon came in and informed me that my blood clotting test was abnormal and it might not be safe to do the surgery, but they would redraw the blood and redo the test.  Fortunately, the second time it came back ok.  Whew!  I was already prepped and hooked up to an IV.

For the surgery, I remember being rolled into the operating room and everyone moving around and moving me onto the table and positioning my arms.  At one point, someone complained that something in the room wasn’t working properly.  So, the very last thing I remember is asking a nurse if I would be put under soon because I was getting nervous.

The next thing I recall is waking up in the recovery room, although I didn’t really know where I was.  I thought I was at home, having a dream about being in a hospital – or maybe a dream about being on a spaceship because the room was kind of long and narrow.  Once I woke up a bit more, I realized where I was and that a nurse was stationed right next to my bed.  There could have been a recovering patient on the other side of her, but in any event, it seemed she was caring for only one or two people.  I’m not used to being watched over so carefully.  It was very comforting.

Recovery took a little longer than usual because I was vomiting, even though I had been given anti-nausea medication.  But eventually that stopped, and eventually I became fairly oriented, at which point my bed was rolled upstairs to a patient room.

Before going to the hospital, I had privately been concerned that I would wind up on the maternity ward since this was technically an OB/GYN case.  That happened to me years ago after a miscarriage, and I recall how upsetting it was to hear newborn babies when I had just lost my own.

But for this current admission, I was in a room on the surgical wing.  It was a double room, and luckily I had the bed near the window instead of the one near the door.  Somehow the window side of the room just seems a little more private.  My roommate was a lady about my age and was very quiet.  There was a curtain between us so I couldn’t even see her until I was able to get up and walk around.

So, I should have slept well, right?  That would have been nice.  Unfortunately, my IV had been placed into my arm in such a way that every time I moved, the stupid machine began beeping.  I felt bad that the noise would bother my roommate so I spent most of the night trying to lie still with my arm extended.  And no, I didn’t ask for the needle to be moved because I’m what’s known as a “hard stick” and didn’t want to be poked over and over again while someone looked for a “good vein.”

Nonetheless, I did konk out periodically, and with some very nice drugs in my system, I felt pretty rested the next morning.

Then it was breakfast time.

Most people are of the opinion that hospital food sucks, but that was not the case at my hospital.  They have an actual printed menu just like a restaurant, amd whoever’s cooking the food knows what they’re doing.

For breakfast I received scrambled eggs, bacon, pancakes, oatmeal, coffee and juice.  Much more than I would ever eat at home.  And as much as I love bacon, I never have it at home because I can’t afford it any more.  Yum, yum!

I was still there for lunch, which was meatloaf, mashed potatoes (real, not instant), and fresh steamed broccoli (I can’t eat green beans, and they allowed substitutions!).  Dessert was lemon ice.  Again, I asked for coffee because I thought it might get my digestive system moving.  I drink it black and I ordered decaf, not that you need to know that.  Even the coffee tasted better than what I normally had at home, and I don’t think it was because I was on drugs.

I would definitely recommend Millard Fillmore Suburban Hospital in Amherst, New York to anyone who needs their services.  Which, hopefully, will not apply to anyone I know.

But even though the hospital experience was as pleasant as it could possibly be, I’m glad to be home.  The only drawback is the damn Foley catheter I had to come home with.  It’s not painful, nor even uncomfortable.  It’s just annoying.  I can’t find any good place to hang the bag, and while I can lay it on the floor on top of a sterile pad, that’s not ideal, either, because Puppy Cody shows way too much interest in it.  Sigh. But I will meet with the surgeon tomorrow and hopefully come home without that stupid bag.

This has been a long post, but I have one final thing to say:

I am truly overwhelmed by the amount of emotional support I’ve received from family and friends, both offline and online, in this country and elsewhere in the world.  This surgery was fairly routine – not brain surgery, not heart surgery, not cancer.  Yet so many people reached out with their thoughts and prayers, even though many of them are caring for their own family members with health issues.  I’m humbled.  And grateful.  And feeling so undeserving.  But also feeling renewed hope for us all – somehow we manage to come together to support each other despite distance, differing lifestyles and cultures, and our own busy lives.  I hope that never, ever changes.

Hugs, all.

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Hurry Up and Die Already

 

“Hurry up and die already!”

That’s what I’m hearing from my government and the pharmaceutical companies.

I collect $2500 a month from Social Security, out of which the US Government takes $202 as a premium for my Medicare coverage.  That leaves me less than $2300 to cover all the household expenses – the mortgage, utilities, the car payment, etc.  In addition, Medicare requires a 20% co-pay for my Remicade infusions – currently that 20% is just over $400 every six weeks.  My annual out-of-pocket maximum for Medicare is $8,500, which is roughly 28% of my annual income.

Thank God my husband also collects Social Security, but his monthly allotment is only enough to cover his own Medicare, his own medical expenses, groceries for both of us,  and Puppy Cody’s dog food and vet bills.  At least we won’t starve any time soon, although we have had to cut back on all non-essentials.  The government won’t help us with food; I already applied for SNAP (food stamps) and was turned down because our income is too high (really???).

Push came to shove when the utilities started to rise.  As I mentioned in previous posts, I applied for and was able to receive HEAP (for heating) and EEAP (for electrical services).  That helps a lot, but the medical expenses are still a struggle.

In desperation, I asked my gastroenterologist’s staff for help.  Bear in mind that I’ve spent my entire life working and supporting myself and my family, without ever asking for assistance in paying the bills.  It was embarrassing to be in such a position.  God bless the young man in my doctor’s office who spent hours on the phone trying to find a program that would work for me.

Turned out the pharmaceutical company does not provide assistance for people who are on Medicare.  However, people who are working and have commercial insurance can qualify for the free drug program.  How is that fair?  When I was working and had commercial insurance, I didn’t need help with my Remicade costs; now that I’m struggling and would be happy with any amount of assistance, I can’t get it.

There are private foundations set up to help with medication costs, and that young man in my doctor’s office contacted every one of them, only to learn that none of them have any money left.  He even contacted my pharmacy, but since Remicade is by infusion and is a Medicare Part B medicine, the pharmacy can’t help, either.

Something has to give.

Ballrooms, arches, refurbished decorative pools, new statue parks, and pointless wars are top priorities for our current administration, while cuts are being made to programs designed to benefit this country’s neediest citizens.  Can’t someone, somewhere have some compassion for us senior citizens?  We shouldn’t have to face the end of our lives trying to decide between housing, food, and medical care.

That’s enough of a rant for today.  If you have extra money (please stop laughing) and are willing to part with it, I will gladly accept monetary gifts.  I’m no longer too proud to do so.

Hugs, all.

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