Snowballing our Way Through Appointment Boulevard..

It's been a pretty decent week, all things considered. We were able to attend my great Gram's ninety-eighth birthday dinner, and my soon to be cousin's wedding shower. Mom and Wayne went on another exciting camping adventure and we were on dog sitting duty again for the weekend. We all went out for chicken wings for my brother-in-law's birthday party today. He's thirty-eight, but he would hate that I admitted that to you. Chris has two Jack Russles about ready to pop from a new litter of puppies and we're all excitedly awaiting their arrival. Harriet should have her little ones by next weekend if Chris has calculated everything correctly. He's asked me to be his assistant mid-wife, lol.. so I'm looking forward to the call. I've spent much of this week working with our lawyer, Charlie, and his legal assistant, Keri.. to try and coordinate the pay off of ninety-percent of the bills we owe from the last year and a half. It's been daunting to see the debt, and frustrating to watch the funds get smaller and smaller the more we "accomplish." This part of the settlement plan is unfortunately not optional, so I continue to just grin and bear it and get it done.

Despite trying to stay busy and distracted, I haven't done very well with the pain this week. I still don't understand how my face and teeth can hurt, but be tolerable one minute, but knock me over in agony the next minute. It's been two weeks today since my root canal, and my gums have only just now begun to feel better. Unfortunately, the extreme sensitivity to cold never left me like we had hoped. I went back to see Dr.S a couple days ago to check everything out, and he hesitantly decided that I would need that second root canal that I had been dreading. Sadly, it's a molar tooth, with a more complex procedure and he won't be able to do it. I have been referred out to an ondontist, (I think he's called), or someone who specializes in root canals. There was one in our area who couldn't schedule me for four weeks, or one two hours away who could get me in this coming Monday. As nervous and upset as I am about it, I know I just can't tolerate all this pain any longer. I scheduled the appointment for Monday, (tomorrow), and I just have to face it and get it done and over with. I am trying to remain positive that the pain will finally end with this one, but I couldn't even guess at this point. Please keep your fingers crossed for me though. It's been one terrible month for me, but I'm hanging in there. I decided to get everyone updated tonight because I know I won't feel up to much of anything at all for the next few days to come.

We've scheduled some pretty big things for Dave in the coming weeks in preparation for our rapidly approaching future. On Tuesday, September 23rd, he gets a cognitive test, and driving exam to try and get his driver's license returned to him. On October 2ND he'll meet his new life-long trustee for the very first time. On October 6Th he meets with Dr. Lalonde again to further our progress on getting the palatal lift device he needs. On October 14Th he's been scheduled for the sleep study we were encouraged to try and and get done for him. I'm trying not to be upset that I'll have to drop Dave off at the hospital overnight where I won't be allowed to stay with him. I'm not comfortable with him being in the hospital alone, all night long, for anything, not even this, (for obvious emotionally traumatic reasons), but it doesn't look like I have a lot of choice in the matter. If sleep apnea is a concern, then it's definitely better uncovered now rather than later.

After I start feeling a little better next week, Dave would like to try and renew our gym membership again. We missed the last couple weeks of our time there because I felt like death warmed over most of the month. We can't afford to do it right now, but.. hopefully soon. Dave feels that it's getting time for him to look at going back to work, which he desperately wants to do, even though I desperately want him with me. Just thinking about letting him drive off to work and back after everything that's happened makes me physically ill. We both certainly have a lot of adjusting to do. He would like to get back to the gym though, and try and get strong enough to be cleared by his doctor to work. If that's what he wants most, then that's what I'll have try and help him achieve. It's most certainly a transition period for us though, as we try to make our way through the list of things we have to do to get back on our feet again. I'm nervous about every little bit of it, but ..it's time. Thank You all for joining us for another week of the ongoing Osadchuk saga, and until next time, Much Love, Many Hugs, and Good Night to to You All.