I’ve decided I’m going to add a new category.

I’m going to start posting, in detail, about the health problems that I have.  I’m not trying to provoke sympathy, and the details may get graphic, but I hope for two things by doing this;

1. I know I’m not alone with all of this and maybe I can help someone who is also suffering.
2. I haven’t been given a lot of answers.  Perhaps someone else may see something that can lead to a diagnosis and treatment.

Once I gather it up I will begin posting a health history.  I imagine it will be long.

I hope no one minds.

*NOTE*: I’ll be adding older posts that apply as well

If you won the lottery what would you do just for you?  Sure we’d all pay off debt or buy a bigger home for our family but I mean something for only you?

A friend asked me this recently and I had no idea what I would do.

Not. a. clue.

It’s wracked my brain for weeks now but I think I’ve figured it out.  I would go to medical school.

The thing is I have no interest in being a Doctor.  Doctors work long stressful hours and likely don’t see their families often.  I’m just completely fascinated by how the body works.  If anything I *may* become a small scale midwife but I’d probably just be a stay-at-home Mom forever.

What would you do?

I will have to get dentures or dental implants a lot sooner than I thought.

Fucking great.

I always knew I’d be on the young side when the day come but I’m only 30 for cripes sake.  When I was 18 months old I had Type B Meningitis (My poor parents).  The antibiotics that saved my life left a life long imprint on my future adult teeth.  Couple that with bad genes, my parents lack of being able to afford proper dental care, and 4 back to back pregnancies and you get bad teeth.  I can look at food and chip a tooth.  There is not one tooth in my mouth that does not have some sort of filling on it.

I shouldn’t complain because it beats the alternative.

This would have been far more manageable except when my adult teeth started to come in they used the old style silver fillings on me.  Over time they were never replaced… they just went bad.

In the past few years I’ve had my entire mouth redone properly.  Despite that the silver had been in so long that all rear teeth were already breaking down.

Recently I’ve lost all bottom molars and my uppers are now causing me trouble.

I woke up this morning to a swollen face and tomorrow I will likely lose all my upper molars on the right side.  We will try a root canal first but that usually causes the tooth to crumble.

Ugh.

So the hubby decides to take all 3 things out to run errands.  Ahhhhhhhh.  Do you have any idea when the last time I had some me time was?  Anyways, I’m thinking “Yay! A cat nap!“.  I grab a cozy blanket, a pillow and the remote control and curl up on the couch.  Dare I close my eyes?

Ring. Ring.

“Which brand of diapers should I buy?“

Seriously?  At least I wasn’t asleep yet.  I toss around a little bit to find that comfy spot, cover myself up again and start to drift.

Ring. Ring.

“I’m going to refill my prescription while I’m out.“

Grrrrr.  Back to the couch.

Ring. Ring.

Sorry Love but I’m not answering anymore.

I find myself freaking out over everything since Thing 2’s fall.   He can barely even take a step without me padding a potential fall.

I hope for his sake this doesn’t last.