The trip to the lab for my daughter's blood work started a clogged duct in my left breast that quickly shot into mastitis within a day and a half and then on the Fourth of July, Phiz fell off the bottom step in our house and broke his two front teeth. They were left very jagged, but there was quite literally nothing we could do but wait until Monday and take him to the dentist, which we did. It'll be July 29th before treatment begins and I'm still not sure exactly what they will do, but it has caused me so many slices and tears and hurts and pain that I'm feeling so out of it that I'm lost in my own pain most days lately. And the mastitis isn't quite healing. I went to the doctor, got antibiotics again and I've finished the round of high dose and still have a lump in there. I also had a mammogram, my first since having a pacemaker and I may write a whole post just on that because it was definitely strange and more painful that I anticipated.
While I was at it, I got a full spinal series of x-rays done though. From what I've been told so far they are not good. I will post a copy of them here when I get a copy of them for my own records (and I always ask for my own copy, ya never know what will get lost along the way of treatment or what radiologist will say when reading another's report). Giggle worthy, a nurse at the doctor's office just today tried to tell me that progressive degenerative joint disease means I'm getting better. How on earth she didn't know that the progressive means it gets progressively worse I don't know, but that's what she told me and then I had to remind her it wasn't just my neck they looked at, did she send the whole report to the other doctor. Of course she hadn't, so when she took a quick peek at it and saw there was a few things mentioned in my thoracic, lumbar and sacroiliac regions as well, I asked if she would please just send them the entire report to the pain management clinic before my appointment tomorrow. I felt like calling her a moron but I didn't.
I was very excited to go in the morning before my pain management appointment to get my wax fit ins for my new set of teeth only to be called at 5:38 this evening (2 hours after someone had confirmed my appointment as being good) to tell me that there is something wrong with the impressions them made TWO WEEKS ago and I need to have new ones made before they will even start building the wax bites. All I could do was cry for about 10 minutes and of course, no one in my family could begin to understand why this would even upset me, let alone to this degree. I miss being my version of pretty. I miss being who I was and damn it I MISS HAVING FUCKING TEETH. I am really looking forward to a set I can wear all day every day and feel like a normal person. There's a certain loss of dignity when you have no teeth in your mouth and all you want to do is smile. I haven't been quite the same person since I lost my smile. I was hoping to get that back.
I have some full review posts that are coming up soon. I really wanted to get back to the mamatography I started at the beginning of the year, and I am definitely going back to work before I get my ass cut open because my house is being foreclosed on for the taxes and fees the bank has paid for me and no one has paid them back for. So I need the money badly. And I still need a car in a desperate way. So I will be going through with the indiegogo campaign very very soon and I hope against hope I've got some readers in a spot that can help me with it. And for once I'm requesting any donations that anyone has available to them in the mean time. I've got a donate now button off to the right of the screen there, it goes into a paypal account I can have deposited into my netspend card (not my husband's but my own) so that I can get the little ones some clothes, and get Maxwell ready for the new school year. He'll need a new backpack, new shoes, new clothes and some school supplies as well as a light jacket and a heavy coat because two light jackets and his heavy coat that wouldn't fit again this year were stolen from him last year. I did have his name sewn into the heavy coat, but it didn't do me any good obviously, he never got it back. So now I'm a beggar of my readers too and I'm sorry :( In all honesty, if you have the clothes, shoes, backpack and jackets, I'd rather have them then money and if anyone out there can help with that I'd be happy to send you his sizes and my address. Otherwise, there is always good old paypal. On that very depressing note, I'm off to try to get some sleep for the night so I can get up early and go redo the impressions and hope to someday get my new teeth and feel human again!
Until next time...