All time low

I've reached an all-time low during my recovery and am at the point of giving up (and yes, I have the means to do so at hand). The news that a major storm will hit tomorrow is about the last straw; I have an appointment at the hospital and may not be able to keep it, which will result in days, if not weeks, more intense discomfort. The youngster who clears my snow is down with the flu, his cousin is away for a few days, and I have no alternatives at all. I'm in constant severe discomfort from insertions, and I can't think why I ever let myself in for this. Ten days ago I was feeling fine, comfortable, able to handle heavy physical stuff, sit at the computer, read, think, all the usual things. Now I'm overwhelmed with constant discomfort and distraction, can only sit on a chair for a few minutes at a time, am so distracted I can barely read, and am unable to cope with any of life's normal problems which don't go away when you're unwell. My friends have said I should regard this as a holiday. Yeah? Really? Will my creditors understand? Will my clients understand? Will the phone company NOT shut off service because I'm too sick to pay the bill? Hell no; they don't give a damn. At the end of my rope, with nowhere to turn, Tangie