Today is one of those days where I would really like to pour my heart out about what's digging me under my skin. I don't know where to start really. So, here goes.
My blood sugar has been a real pain this week. Up and down, but mostly up. It could be anything from anxiety, to food, to perhaps the rumblings of menopause. I'm so weary of trying to figure my body out. I haven't a clue why I'm so out of whack. Just when I think I've put my finger on it, something else happens. To say I am discouraged is an understatement. I have scheduled follow-up appointments with both my family doctor and my endocrinologist for next month. I dread going.
It starts the whole cycle over of paying insurance deductibles for the year again. The guilt I feel for spending money on that is tremendous. It stresses me out. I know I need the health care and am thankful that the insurance is there. Perhaps it is because I hate diabetes so much that I wish I didn't have to throw a dime toward it.
My relationship is full of misunderstanding and miscommunication. He believes the sky is falling and it just isn't so. I'm very frustrated. I tip toe on a line between being supportive without being too critical. I end this day with knots in my stomach. I know all will be ok. I have to be the voice of reason. I know it's selfish, but I would like for him to notice that my world is little askew too. I am drained and tired of being the strong one.
The car also needs to go into the shop. There's more money out the window. It wouldn't need to go there if the county road department would do something about these roads. Mud got frozen underneath from the wading my poor little car has to do. Einstein chipped it off and now I have ABS brake sensor lights flashing and the thing is out of line. I guess I know where my big economic stimulus check will be going.
I've been tangling with the electric cooperative. They've raised our rural rates nearly 50% in less than a year. They snuck it in under incremental hikes, but I pay attention to these things. It is obvious that they are passing on the cost of repairs from this winter's ice storm even though they got government disaster money for it. I nearly blew a gasket over that. I sent them a letter where I was very nice, but told them that I thought the huge rate increase was ridiculous. I pointed out the fact about the disaster money and also asked why they didn't have contingency plans for emergency repairs within their budget. This is, however, the Midwest and we do get some weather here. This shouldn't be a surprise to them. I was pleasant, but I got my point across. There was a voice mail from one of the cooperative's good ol' boys. He wanted me to call him back. I say good luck catching me on the phone. He can respond in writing. I want no word twisting. I'm sick of the pat on the head from the good ol' boys anyway.
Now, let me take a big breath.
If you have read this far, thank you. I knew that if I didn't release a little of this boiling disdain inside me, there would be no sleep tonight.
It's been a hard couple of weeks.
CW



