My husband and I have a check that will pay almost half of the insane phone bill that we got today. The problem is the bank that we used to go to keeps telling us that there’s this and that wrong with the check. Today they flat out told us that they weren’t going to cash it. We have to go to the bank that issued the check to cash it. Ooookay. See, that bothers me. I wonder if they’re going to take a percentage of the money because we don’t have an account with that bank? They shouldn’t, but they might. We weren’t even going to pay on the bill until tomorrow, but it’s the idea that we have a check here for over $1000 and can’t get the money.

In the mean time, Dennis did something stupid this morning. He took my meds. Just to see if he’d have a low blood sugar, and guess what? He didn’t. I tried to explain to him that he wouldn’t have a low blood sugar because he truly is a diabetic. The medicine stimulates the pancreas to make more insulin, and since mine is making plenty, when it’s stimulated, it makes extra. So I have a low blood sugar. The readings I’ve been getting are insanely low. I’m teetering on comatose every time it happens. It’s scary. I lose awareness. I feel as though I am drifting away, yet I feel heavy at the same time. I researched it a little, and that’s a sign that my kidneys are shutting down due to the extremely low blood sugar levels. I don’t have any symptoms until the levels have been so low for so long that it is effecting my kidneys. In other words, if this happens at night, and I’ve stopped eating so late at night, I might not wake up. I tried to call my doctor about this, but the woman at the desk said that he ‘was busy’ and ‘would get back to me’ if ‘time allowed’. What ever. I’m sick of that clinic. I wish there were more local doctors who took patients who paid their bill on time yet didn’t have insurance. My current doctor says he can only release my medical records to a new physician, not my financial records. Bastard.

Chloe has been acting strange lately. She ran to the door yesterday when I attempted to cash my check, and I really didn’t want to take her with me because she acts so badly in public sometimes. She was quite good yesterday. I was surprised that she wanted to go somewhere with me and not her daddy. She loves him far more than she does me, and I don’t know why that is. Probably because he took her home after she was born and I had to stay in the hospital for a few weeks to heal up and get over the staph infections that I had. They bonded almost instantly.

Tomorrow is my older brother-in-law’s birthday. He’s ten years older than Dennis. We’re all supposed to go out to eat and then maybe a movie. My brother-in-law still drinks like a fish, so I don’t want to really be with him with Dennis there. The temptation might be too strong. I trust that Dennis won’t go and get drunk tomorrow, but you never know when things might change. Of course his brother still has a thing for me. He constantly asks me why I married his brother instead of him, and he gets hateful with me when I tell him that I won’t leave Dennis for him. I almost dread this time of year because he hits on me constantly. This year is worse than the last eight years because he’s no longer with his girlfriend. She was abusive to him, but that’s no excuse to try and break up his little brother’s relationship. Maybe tomorrow will be a sick day for me.