The next idea would be to draw an honest picture of your current finances so you know exactly where you stand and what you can honestly afford. Let's face it, your financial situation has changed since you have experienced bad medicals credit and there is no sense compounding it with a car payment you are unable to afford. Crunch your numbers ahead of time so that you don't get caught up in the buying emotions of a new car where you end up going home with more car than you need.
And a greater part of medicals fake the issue is all those products bought were with the idea that the cure was just about to happen the next day or at the very latest next week. You didn't get to the point of being unhealthy yesterday or last week, but the good news is it won't take you as long to undo what it took so long to accomplish, if you want to call poor health an accomplishment.
I felt like I just existed through much of 1996. I really have few memories of that year, and the few I do have are medicals bad and fake ones. An aunt died in an accident and my brother almost died in an apartment fire.
Express your commitment of support. I always make a point to say to every person to whom I deliver bad news, "I will not abandon you." I am continually amazed at the level of relief this provides. Just knowing there is someone in a position of confidence and authority who genuinely cares about what happens to them, who can explain the things that occur during the course of their illness and simply be available to them, is enormously relieving to most people. I also add, if it applies, "I will not let you suffer." Adequate training in pain relief is woefully sparse in most medical schools and residency programs, but the technology exists to mitigate, if not completely control, the pain of most (though not all) illnesses.
Just avoid them all together. The booths, the lotions, the topical cream or anything else that could possibly contain harmful ingredients should be avoided.
Which is why every time I'm about to enter a patient's exam room to deliver bad news myself I pause and remember Mrs. Peterson, a woman I've never seen or heard from since, but whose life I irrevocably changed in the middle of the night while she lay at home in bed without her husband next to her--as she would from that point forward--all those years ago.