1) Some of you may remember a good day I had a couple of months back, in which I obtained a significant listing by myself.  I had another good day on Sunday, and managed to sell it to one of my own buyers.  Anyone who doesn’t work in real estate would think this would be cause for great rejoicing.  Sure, it’s nice, and if it stays together, it will pay out a $33,000 commission.  After paying the fees to the brokerage where I work, paying taxes, deducting what I’ve spent for advertising, and paying the percentage I owe to my parents (since the listing came from their farm, and the clients called due to their promotional work) I’ll net less than a month’s living expenses from this sale.  And this is the first payout I’ve had in six months, so I’m still five and a half months behind.   And all of this is if it closes.  I could easily put in hours and hours of work, just to have it fail.  That happens all the time in this market.  I’m trying not to despair, but it’s difficult, especially since I just can’t seem to find any other kind of work.  The supplemental work opportunity that came my way has so much competition that I can’t get enough of it to make much of a difference.  And no matter how many resumes I send out, I can’t get any bites that would let me get out of this industry.  I just don’t know what to do, especially since …

2) I’m experiencing a massive resurgence of my sinus-related facial pain/headaches, for what reason I don’t know.  I think it may be seasonally-related, but I’m not sure.  I am terrified that the problem has returned full force, permanently.  I’m out of the habit of dealing with that kind of pain, and I’d mercifully forgotten how much harder everything is, how very much more difficult it is even to get through the day.  I’d also forgotten how much it mentally confuses me … I have to be very careful to think everything through twice or three times, as my brain just doesn’t work properly with the distraction.   I seem to recall that this happened last fall as well, and I’m hoping that it’s just the sudden weather changes we experience when the seasons turn, or that it’s allergies, or something.  But I don’t know what I’ll do if it comes back.  I don’t know how I’d manage to hold down a regular job, even if anyone were willing to hire me.  It’s so difficult not to despair about this; it’s even more difficult since I’ve had a reprieve, a taste of what my life is like without this continual physically and emotionally exhausting struggle.  On every possible level, I can’t afford to have this problem come back.  If I believed there was a God, I’d be praying for all I’m worth — just for mercy, just for a little mercy.  I was so appropriately grateful when I was given mercy, I swear I was.  I didn’t take it for granted.  Whoever or whatever makes these decisions … please, don’t snatch away the small haven of healing I had.  Or at least don’t do it while I’m still broke.  I can’t deal with both at the same time, not right now, not while I’m still in the middle of trying to reconstruct my entire personality.  

Give me a break, willya?