That's how many test strips O has left until Friday, when TCBIM gets paid. I haven't ransacked the entire diabetes cabinet for spares and I hope that I find a stray batch of One Touch or something. Otherwise I'm going to have to borrow money from my mother and I hate doing that. I hate getting lectured, I hate asking. I'm forty fucking years old. I shouldn't be in this situation.
It's amazing how quickly you can sink when you live paycheck to paycheck. We pretty much always have, but it was always two paychecks. Now it's just one, and one that is less than it was a year ago. TCBIM is starting to make more money, but it's a slow process and we're already so far behind that every penny we have is going towards bills. It's a good thing we don't have any credit cards or we'd really be screwed.
Tonight I'm taking the laptop to bed and I'm finding a job. I have to. We can't go on like this, we'll lose our house soon.