Today, I see a “wealth manager”. The goal is to see if I can find a short-term investment which will enable me to invest my money in a very protected account to grow my savings, in the hope that I won’t run out of funds before I pass away from this illness.
I am very worried about 45’s craziness and a related stock market crash, so I’m trying to figure out if I can put my $ into cash and avoid the volatility of the stock market over Der Cheeto’s remaining term, as well as create a stream of income in the event I lose my matching salary disability benefits.
Of course, in the middle of all this, the lawyer has been driving me crazy with more insurance paperwork (harassment, if you ask me), and I’m about to take a train trip to Colorado, which will be another thing on the lawyer’s “no no” list.
Playing phone and email tag with the Lawyer’s Paralegal, I’m now worried that the conversation is going to linger into Thursday / Friday, making it impossible for me to get signed documents back to them (when I sent my preferred version 2 weeks ago!) because they’ve been unhappy with what I sent and they have been dragging their feet.
So, I’m about to travel from CA to CO via a sleeper car on a train, making sure that the 7,000 foot change from sea level to mountains happens slowly and gently. Making sure that we have a sleeper car so that I can rest when needed and on demand. While also hoping to enjoy this train tourism adventure while going to visit a friend in CO. Wish me luck, because this looks like it’s turning into the usual madness.