Hi my name is Rick, turning 39 this year. I have been diagnosed with Diabetes at a very young age and have been on tons of medication and insulin jabs since.
I was having a job that pays relatively ok and I managed to get a BTO flat in year 2016, but then everything took for a turn.
My mum, who was my only family left passed away and it was devastating.
And in 2017 I was admitted into KTPH for nerve damage on my feet, spending weeks over there when the doctors prescribed me with an overdose of gabapentin (3X the normal amount) and caused a whole lot ton of side effects, namely weak heart (did an angiogram and showed that my heart is functioning at 40% with no blockage and they cannot find a reason.)
As I was living with sensory neuropathic pain on my feet and a weak heart that causes me to pant with walking a short distance, I was out of a job soon since 2017.
Been in and out of hospital for extreme unbearable pain since then. (Changed to SKH since the overdose incident)
I have people asking me to describe the pain, and all I can say its like having a wisdom toothache on your limbs constantly, whether if you stand, sit or lying down. Which means as long as I am breathing, I am in pain.
I was on my savings, support from friends, and all sorts of funding that I could think of ever since.
However, I am kind of a "fall within the cracks" with some funding to support myself, with some savings back then for daily expenses and all. With assessments after assessments telling me back then as long as I have money inside my bank account, I am not eligible for any social support. Ever since, things have been looking pretty gloomy for me.
Tried out all sorts of treatments promising to cure my illness (Anyway its deemed chronic by the hospital), I spent my entire savings burning through my pocket to search for a cure. Within 1 year and a half, I gave up and resign myself to a fate that I would not be relieved an ounce of my pain.
I began to hate myself, hate everyone around me and do not trust anyone anymore.
My house was in a mess as I began throwing things around and kept blaming the world.
Only in late 2019 and early 2020 I was blessed with 2 groups of people who helped me throughout to bring a ray of light to my life.
In late 2019, an old friend saw me dazing through the streets and got a group of people to come volunteer to clear my house and make it livable to accept a tenant and bring a small amount of income. That helped me in paying off PUB bills and some daily expenses (I am paying still in instalments bit by bit).
In early 2020 I met another kind group that helped me with groceries and fresh produce, and always encouraging me to move on and be better.
In mid 2020, a kind lady from the same group reached out to me and advised me to seek treatment from a TCM. I told her I do not have the money, I am also too disappointed with all sorts of promises that treatments have been giving me. She told me no harm trying and she will be glad to help me out with the expenses for the time being. With a leap of faith, I took the favor and a miracle happened. I felt a lot better though still weak. But the pain subsided.
Moving on, I began to help the kind group in their weekly activity, doing simple tasks that does not require me to move a lot. And although still unable to get a job, I felt that my condition is improving and the light seems to be brighter day by day.
However, in late 2020, I am ordered to surrender my HDB as I had been owing in arrears within the MOP status and not paying them despite having a tenant. Time is not on my side as although I worked out a payment scheme for us to work upon, I still need to pay a fraction of the lump sum before the HDB agrees to move forward with the payment scheme.
Therefore, I sincerely hope that the sum could be raised to keep my life going and not rendering myself homeless.