For years I have been all about my kids. Only about my kids and never about me and while I felt somewhat rewarded (not really but sorta.) The me that I was before I was We, slowly slipped into a me that I don't recognize. Give me a minute that was a little more me's and I's than I'm used to I have to think about that...
Anyway, my health declined. If I had a pain, I let it go because paying for my kids to see a doctor or dentist was more important than paying the copay for myself to see the same. My eyesight declined not only because I didn't wear the glasses I was given many eons ago but I got Shingles and it spread to my eye. It weakened my eyesight so much that the least amount of sunlight nearly blinds me.
I knew that I was going downhill, but apparently my teeth were on a skateboard to hell. With each of my pregnancies, I basically lost a tooth. Cavities that got bigger and bigger until they became holes all because in most places, you cannot see a dentist when you are pregnant. A rule that I really feel should be changed. Then we were military and if you are an adult and not the service member, getting your teeth knocked out by a crosstown bus is easier than getting the approval to see a dentist. Take it from me, if you are a military spouse, have a job that has dental coverage or your teeth will take the express train to hell. I was approved to get a root canal three times on the same tooth (Which honestly I didn't know was possible since I thought the point of a Root Canal was to take out the roots. What's left to hurt when you take out the roots?) but they don't pay for any of the crown so after the root canal if you don't get a crown all the pain you just suffered through goes to crap.
I just actually got back from the dentist. I knew going in that I was going to lose anywhere between one to four teeth as they were so bad. I DID NOT expect her to say that all four had to come out AND that I had TWELVE cavities. Honestly, I think it would probably would have been better for me to let these sumbishes rot out, get them pulled and get dentures. As it is, in a few weeks to a few months, I will be wearing a partial... but hey! I'm going to be able to smile wide again!
Fixing me is starting to hurt. But I can't complain. At least when I drop dead for whatever reason, I will have good teeth and a moderately healthy inside.
Always looking up!
Going to try and do a little writing before I go out to pick up Mommy. Blog ya later!
