These past several days have been good and bad. Holly’s blood sugar is getting more stable lately. That’s terrific, and a huge relief. However, her last couple of paychecks have been in the double-digit range, and rent is right around the corner. My dad, being a complete fucking saint, lent us some tiding-over cash and even brought Hol a much-needed printer cartridge so she can print out her school texts (potentially saving her eyesight!) – an act which singlehandedly saved us from literally starving in the final couple of days leading up to Pay Day.
However, I ended up calling out of work a couple of weeks ago, ostensibly to help care for Holly during a particularly crappy day, but also because I’ve just been completely exhausted lately. What I might have done differently is worked some serious overtime, but now it’s too late for that. Rent is around the corner. Which will leave us both with nearly $200 total to last two weeks (that’s forgoing paying a bill or two).
I hate to beg, but these coming days are going to be in pretty stark contrast to the relatively minor poverty of this last week. Sugar-free, or at least diabetic-friendly, foodstuff is expensiver than your garden variety. And laundry needs to get done or we’ll be working in the coal pits in the buff. If you can, throw a couple of bones our way. I can’t promise anything at this stage, but I’ll sure try my best to make it worthwhile somehow. Assuming Holly’s well enough to return to work soon, we should be doing a bit better in a few weeks.
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