Yesterday, after work, I went to the store to take just the flu shot, told the person injecting me to give me an extra bandage, which was branded with the logo of the store, put that bandage on in the bathroom, and went home.
Mom asked me where I went, I told her I took the shots, showed her the bandages, she asked if I had my card, I said I did but she never asked for it, and then I went on with my day.
I’m still waiting to see if the shoe drops and she asks to see my card within the next few days, but if that happens, I’ve taken all of you guys’ advice into account, but so far I’m good.
I did it this way mainly because my appointment time, but Mom wasn’t mad or anything that I went without her, last night was just a bit hectic, but hopefully it’s over for now. I’m still looking for places to move, as I definitely don’t wanna deal with this again, but damn, I didn’t know that lower income housing had waiting lists.
Social workers have told me that I need to move into apartments in Orlando because it makes it more convenient for them for my foster kids. I live in a house that has problems, but its way more what I want than what they are demanding.