"You don't look disabled," she said, dismissively. "Nor do I as a matter of fact."
"Ah, but I am medicated!" I quipped as I laughed. "Catch me off my medications for a month and you would find me a far different man."
"Seriously though," my neighbor said as we sat on my porch. "Have you thought about going back to work?"
I had just been complaining about all the seemingly free time I have now that I have moved. I used to would just walk down to the shopping center or the railroad yard and hang out. Gas is so expensive right now that I hate to drive and rarely do. Joyce thought a job would help me fill my time and help me to feel more productive.
"I can't afford to lose my prescription coverage," I replied. "My medications cost $1500 dollars a month."
"That is exactly why I can't work full time as well now," Joyce told me. "I feel better. I almost feel like I can work. I just can't afford it."
We both sat mired in our Catch-22 as we drank ice cold tea and enjoyed each other's company. It has been so nice having a caring and talkative neighbor who faces and endures the same issues and problems as I. We have become inseparable friends in a matter of days.