Thursday, November 19, 2015
Saturday, November 14, 2015
It's been a journey that has been nothing but heartache. I has been the most awful time I have ever had in my life. Like I mentioned, she has physically gotten better. The hospice nurses were basically no help anyway. All they ever did was give her a sponge bath and treat us like we were stealing her meds, because ya know, when there's someone that wears dentures in the house and they're under 50 they MUST be a drug addict. The fact of the matter is. MY drugs are by far stronger, more sedating, and I get more of them. So no one is stealing her meds, I have my own, thanks.
In October, the hospice decided she wasn't dying fast enough and on a Thursday called us and said that they were discharging her from their care as of that coming Sunday. We were left with no outside help to take care of her, no nursing care to help bathe her, and no doctor to write a prescription for her meds, so she was going to run out of literally everything she was on, and did. Everything from her multi vitamin to her seizure meds to her pain med. And they came and took most of her medical supplies to swap out for supplies from other companies. That came with it's own host of problems. Needless to say, it's been a huge ordeal. But the reality of it is simple. I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy to die in a place like she was in, why the fuck would I leave my mother there even if she is a total asshat? The answer is easy, I wouldn't.
I know this is starting to run really long, and to be totally honest, I have so much more to say I could fill up another 50 pages and not be done, but that's what I get for not writing for a year right? I'm going to do my very best not to keep doing that shit and waiting so long to post. Unfortunately I made a horrible discovery and no longer have my blue tooth keyboard for my ipad because Memphis likes to ruin my shit, so I can't really write from anywhere but my laptop unless they are tiny short blogs, but I might write in a few of those. But I will be writing more. I think some of my depression is because I haven't been writing at all. So that's what I'm sharing for today...and I'm going to share a short video of my silly silly grand baby doing her things. I missed you guys. I hope you missed me too!
Until next time...
Friday, September 12, 2014
Tuesday, July 22, 2014
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...
Sunday, June 29, 2014
Snuggle Scent Boosters
Snuggle Scent Boosters are my new best friends. They are the most amazing little bundles of joy that I am desperately in love with. Offering full disclosure, I've only used the lavender joy variety of them, so I'm not sure if I'd love the other ones quite as much, but these babies are the best thing since fabric softener sheets.
I'm not big on liquid fabric softener mainly because it always seems to leave a spot of greasy residue on my clothes somewhere, so for the most part, I really do use sheets or none at all. Sometimes, I go all easy greeny and put some acv (apple cider vinegar) in my little dispenser. But for the most part, I just use sheets. Doesn't do much for scenting the laundry really, so I always had stale smelling towels within a day and clothes too. I don't like the way closet clothes smell! So I usually use a ton of "febreeze" that I make homemade on them to make my clothes smell less like that.
No more with these little gems. You just throw one in the bottom before you put your clothes in, the package says two, but I never have done that because I'm cheap and don't want to waste them. What I did discover is that I can make one of my home made "febreeze" concoctions with them. Here is what I do:
1 packet of snuggle scent booster cut open in a large bowl with a spout to pour
two tablespoons baking soda
one tablespoon rubbing alcohol
warm water to fill the bottles you are using (makes two full bottles)\
Mix the top three ingredients together with enough warm water to dissolve everything. Slowly add water to it to make sure there is no gritty stuff at the bottom. Pour into two spray bottles and top off with the rest of your warm water. Mix up to make sure everything has been dissolved. Use just as you would regular "febreeze" but test a small area first to make sure it doesn't discolor your fabrics, I haven't tried this on all kinds of fabric.
Enjoy the lovely scent of fresh laundry around your home!!!
And don't forget to toss those little babies in each and every load guys...everyone deserves towels that smell that awesome!
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Until next time folks....
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
Anyway, to move on with the story, I was at the time in quite a bit of pain due to the neck injury and in fact, it to this day causes me a great deal of pain because it never healed right and it grew the bone spurs on it and the discs between the vertebrae are essentially nonexistent but they are in several other places of my spine as well so I'm told I would've had an issue there regardless. On to the confession part though, when I was hit, I basically bit the steering wheel. I cracked all of my front teeth, upper and lower under the gum line, and since I already needed some (a lot) of dental work, it got bad pretty quick. I did have dental insurance, but I maxed out my benefits in just a few visits and not much was done to fix my teeth. In a short amount of time, I started to look like a crack head. I got treated like one too. Most people assumed that my teeth were like that because of drugs. They weren't, but people didn't care to ask, they just assumed and so that's how it was.
When I moved back, my friends and family were shocked to see what condition my mouth was in (I think they were surprised that I hadn't gotten fat living in the midwest also, but I hadn't). It was several years before I was able to start having any work done, and by that point, they all needed to be pulled. I've never been able to have root canal's anyway, they've always come out, the bars that they put in the hold the roots together reject. So that was not an option, the only option was to pull them all and have full upper and lower dentures made. That is my confession. I have no teeth. I haven't had any for almost 13 years now. When I had my set made, they were made cheaply (even though I didn't pay for them out of pocket, the cheapest set possible is what I've got because the state paid for them due to me being on state medical for disabled people, which I've been on for almost the entire time I've been back in California). I have never learned to eat with them in. I've never learned to wear them consistently. In fact, I only wear them when I'm going to go out or when people I don't know very well are going to see me. Of course I wear them to work, because they fill in my face and who wants to fantasize about someone toothless, right? Why am I telling you all this now? Because the state took away dental care for many years and I was not able to have them relined or fixed or looked at or have the aveoloplasty I was originally supposed to have done to make them fit right. The state just reinstated their dental program in a limited fashion, and decided that people on Medi-Cal are now allowed to go to the dentist! Yay for us poor folks! I've always felt like dental coverage shouldn't have to be a luxury for people, but sadly, in our country it is. Some third world countries take better care of their people's mouths than we do here.
So I got to make an appointment to have my teeth fixed and the appointment was for this morning. I was led to believe that they were going to do a simple hard reline and they'd just fix the pink part to make them fit right. I got myself all excited, thinking this was it, I'd learn to eat with them, and start wearing them all the time and that the bone loss I'm suffering would stop and all that happens when you have dentures and hardly ever wear them wouldn't keep happening to me. As it so often happens, I was wrong. I got to my appointment and waited forever. Keep in mind, I'd been told if I got there by a certain time, I'd get them back relined by this evening. I got there by the right time, but while I was in the waiting area, I watched the courier that picks up the appliances come and go and I'm thinking well shit, there goes my chance to get my teeth back today! I get called back, and the first thing they do is tell me I need x-rays. WHY the fuck does someone with no teeth need an x-ray? I'm pretty sure it's just to get more money, because wtf are they going to see except my damn jawbone? So they tell me I need them but I have to take all the piercings out of my face and ears. So that's 8 earrings, one of which is pretty new and still healing and shouldn't be taken out at all. An eyebrow ring, a nose ring, and my lip ring which is also not quite healed up yet. That alone took me another 10 minutes or so to get them all out and in the baggie and I had to apologize because, honestly, if I'd known I'd have taken most of them out or put retainers or bioplastics in. Then the dentist comes in, looks at me for all of 30 seconds, asks me how old my plates are and tells me that they're just going to apply to get me new teeth anyway because not only are mine really too old to risk a reline, the bottoms are cut too short on the acrylic to reline anyway! That's going to take another probably six months before I get good teeth. I'll have to go through all the gagging impressions and the wax molds and all that shit, that's something like 6 to 8 visits over 6 or 8 weeks. I'm pretty disappointed about it really. I thought I'd have teeth I could eat with by my birthday. Now I'm nervous to go through it all again and all the adjustments again. The impressions are the hardest part for me because they DO gag me really bad and I've gotten made fun of by dental assistants for it before, I'm worried I will again. I know I should be grateful I get them at all, and I truly am, I'm just disappointed it'll take so long. But this time, I hope that they'll fit really well and I'll learn how to wear them the 18 hours a day most people with dentures wear theirs.
So that is my confession. I hope that the few people that didn't already know about this that will after they read this won't be grossed out by me now. I hope that it doesn't make them think less of me, but really, if they didn't already, I don't see how this would. But this explains a great deal why some medical professionals treat me so shitty huh? See me without my teeth in and at this age? They think I'm a meth addict or a crack addict or something. Then they see I'm a pain management patient on my chart and it makes it 1,000 times worse. When I feel like shit, the last thing I want to do is put my teeth in, because they hurt to wear and I already hurt or I wouldn't be there. And with all of that, I'm going to close for today because, well, it's a long blog and I'm tired now LOL. Look forward to some product review posts coming up soon because I've got several lined up and I was blessed to try out some really cool stuff. Thanks for reading me through, I know this was a long one!
Until next time...
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.