Things have been going stupidly for me. I have so much to blog about and now I am overwhelmed at the thought of it all. I have been depressed and mopey. Ugh. Even the weather has matched my mood. Pretty sure that I always get the raw end of the deal on every.single.thing. Oh, poor me!
Anyway, so today I am maybe going to try to blog. I hate blogging when I am out of sorts. I don't want the wrong emotions to come out when I type.
We have been calling to all the storage units in the area and of course, none are available. We went and bought more storage tubs and filled them up over the weekend thinking that we could just drop them by a storage unit as well filled them. Wrong. Now, my house is like a maze trying to get through. There are filled storage tubs all over and no where for them to go. *sigh* Maybe we aren't supposed to sell the house anyway. Maybe we are supposed to just add on to it and stay here??? I don't know.
On Saturday right after Jeremy and I had walked out of Wal-mart with a thousand (not really) storage tubs, we hopped in the car, and my front tooth just fell right out of my head and into my hand! It was like the bad dreams I have where all my teeth are falling out into my hands and there is nothing I can do about it. Only it wasn't a dream. It was flippin' happening, for real, to me, right there. It's actually not my very front tooth, it is the one right next to it. But, either way I look like a hillbilly. It was a tooth that had a root canal and a crown on it so I have already put about $1500 into that tooth alone. And it just fell out. EFF. The roots are still in my head. So, I have to pay an oral surgeon to get those out ($400). Then, I have to get a partial denture thing ($500) in the meantime until I can get in to a specialist to put the implant in($3000). So, this tooth is costing us about ($5,500)....ONE DAMN TOOTH!!!!!!
Also, I knew it would freak me out if something of this nature ever happened to me. But, it is really, really, really hard on me. I have know for awhile that I have an issue with pride. But, good golly. I don't want ANYONE to see me. Not even Jeremy. Obviously, he and the kids have to see me but, I don't want them to get used to seeing me like this. I cried and cried and cried on Saturday and Sunday. I couldn't even think straight. It bothered me to no end! We had called the emergency number to the dentist on Saturday and he had set up to meet us at his Ft. Madison office on Sunday. Then he didn't call like he said he would and we ended up missing him. I got in on Tuesday and they rush ordered my partial that should be here today. So back to the dentist I go. I hope this partial works until I can get the implant because the dentist said that sometimes people have a hard time getting used to them. UGH. Story of my life. Crap a dog.
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