I tripped through the whole bloody concrete tower with my old lady cart.
First, the orthodontist to take out my wires and elastic chain for the dentist.
Next, the dentist to put my crown back on that fell off during my last visit to the orthodontist.
Then up to the surgeon. This was fun. Brain injury looked at the floor in my contacts list about twenty times and couldn't figure out which floor to get off at, so I just bounced from floor to floor until I recognized the door. So, then I had my surgery check up and he showed me my exercises for opening my mouth more. OUCH.
After that I went back to the orthodontist to get my 2 back brackets put back on, my little hookie thing that holds one of the three elastics I have to wear, and then my elastic chains and wire were put back in.
I fucking hurt.
I woke up with huge chipmunk cheeks.
I do not feel pretty.
Hurricane Andréa is kicking up a storm and I don't feel like writing anything today.
However, I am going to therapy again today. Let's see what she pulls out, shall we?
Doesn't feel like it's going to be the best day for me to stay positive. Today will be work.
When I wake up in pain in both my mouth and my bitch of a back, I know there's going to be a Pain Med Party later on.
Yesterday I didn't need to take any pain killers. I'll make up for it today.
Right now, I'm just trying to get through my coffee and eggs without screaming.
Anyway, enough whining.
I have to go get ready for my 'short bus'.
Then it's off to talk about all the nasty things I've had to deal with in life.
It fucking sucks that we have a bad thing happen, then it's up to us to barf out the demons later.
I hate puking.
I don't want to deal with all this shit.
I was perfectly happy ignoring it and looking to the future, not the past.
However, I suppose if I want a healthy relationship with Papi, I need to work on this stuff.
I really am only doing this for our marriage.
My love said, "I wish you were doing this for yourself."
Yeah, I'm not really.
Yet, in the end it will benefit me, no matter what.
Even if it feels like crap right now.
I got clean and sober to try to make someone else look bad, ...
... long story ... different blab/blob ...
... but after all was said in done, the only person who benefited was little ol' me.
Even if I am only doing this for Papi, it will be good for me none-the-less.
My cup of artificial positive thinking has kicked in and I'm ready to fake my happiness until it truly comes back.
i deserve to be happy