I may be completely ignorant, but I’m still stuck on why this is all happening now.
What made her go get the glucose monitor and also why does she suddenly care about her health?
I know the speculation is that it’s an immigration-related situation type deal but it doesn’t feel that way to me.
Is it even remotely possible that Chantal is finally accepting she’s got a terminal illness, and doesn’t wish to leave her earthly package in Kuwait?
She needs to ensure that Smee et al have a super-sized grave to visit and at which to howl with grief.
She requires two airplane seats; no doubt she’ll need two graves. Hopefully side-by-side, because…
I'll definitely die on this hill, but - I truly believe that when she was in Thailand, she went to the embassy and was told that she needed to get a blood test/mark-up to pass and she'll get renewed. When she had to go to the clinic to get tested, she used the excuse that she had a "boil" and needed to get tests run and paid a good amount for
boil meds blood work and a physical in order to get that ok from the embassy. Remember - she never mentioned her boil any more once she went and "took care of it" aka got her results.
She more than likely failed the first go around - and she then started to walk around a bit more and eat "less" processed foods nearing the end of her
vacation visa run to hopefully bring down her extremely high liver/sugar/fat to pass the requirements to renew her visa, and by the skin of her cemented baby teeth, she passed after being there over 3 more weeks than she
planned needed to be there for. I think she was warned to get healthier in order to pass the next visa renewal and Tall Peetz' dream of seeing snow started to dissipate like Gunt's enamel.
Now she's extremely worried this time around because I'm sure sandnigger Peetz laid (ha) the law down after visualizing his maple-scented papers flying out the window because Guntress is highly likely to not pass the next visa run Kuwait requires her to pass. Reality is dawning on her like watching her mother picking her up from the dead-beat, depressed, schizo grandma Schmee's house and Gunt extending her arms out as she's watching the food that was given to her slowly losing her scope of sight as she was painstakingly picked up by funcle-mother. There's that
slight chance her teflon exterior is finally chipping down and a large can of Raid bug spray is finally going to take down the cockroach.
I for one think she's scared shitless and now sees the actual reality that her sham of a marriage and her
huzzbend's sand-nig autist son will be found out, after trying to sell him to her "audience" for the past year. There's one thing all narcs hate - is to be proven wrong after working so hard to convince others she's the smartest out of everyone in the room. This is why I truly believe she's shaking in her 3 sizes too small abaya and eventually she's going to get such a large ego hit from all this.
My apologies for the long response. Hats are expected, but thank you for reading.