July 1, 2009

Between a Rock and a Hard Place

Our medical insurance premiums just went up by 1/6 to $751 a month. They have gone up 50% in the past 2.5 years. We have to switch plans to a cheaper one, so we're pretty much screwed either way between higher premiums and higher deductibles.

We can't pay our rent this month without touching the one thing we haven't touched - Sam's savings account. Through bankruptcy & debt, that $1500 has been SACRED, it's all we have for him. And soon, we probably won't have that either. We are in the hole. We don't know what to do. Or where to go. How did this happen?

We have to move. We don't know where. The option that has been lingering for the past year of moving out to Justin's childhood home isn't panning out (still). If we can't move out there in the next month or so, we are going to be forced to look for a better job for Justin back in Seattle. It basically sucks.

At least my blog looks pretty, thanks to my husband. Also, at least I have both my hands because when I did a google image search for "Between a rock and a hard place" it came up with a lot of cover shots of that book about the guy who got stuck between two rocks when he was climbing and had to saw his own hand off with a plastic knife. So, yeah... there's always that.

Also, I have a weird, nonproductive cough and am totally paranoid that my lungs have fungus in them since that's what happened to our cat.