Oh my friends, I am so miserable. I know I should see a dentist but right now, finances don't allow such things. As it is, hubby and I spent another hour at the clinic this afternoon working with them on our unique financial situation to see if we can cut the amount I have to pay. It was worth all the time, though, as we went from having to pay 100% (and on disability, too!) down to 50%. They are billing us for my office visit and lab work at the reduced rate.
I know I am not myself right now. Hubby walked in the family room today and found me pointing at Fox News and crying, not able to do anything but blubber... hurricane, tornadoes, CORPUS CHRISTI, BEEBS!!! My online "friend who is more than a sister" lives in Corpus Christi and we have gone through hurricane watches before but never without me talking to her first. (Beebs is a nickname I call her.)
Then I got online and I'm sniveling because The Pioneer Woman's dog has not been found and is presumed... well... in Doggy Heaven.
Sometimes all it takes is a little thing to send one over the edge and for me it was this darn tooth-gum infection. I am leaving for the pharmacy in a few minutes to purchase some of that cream I used to use for teething babies. Last night I was thinking how I completely understand why people do stupid things like get in the car and head for Mexico for drugs promised to heal them! Don't worry, I'm not going to do that. The price of gas is too high right now.
I am heading to Wal Mart, though.
So I have nothing wise to say at all right now. Instead, I'll have you mosey on over to Sally's Clarkson's blog because she is brilliant today! (Well, every day but especially this post...) I absolutely am convinced we have to be related... except that brilliant part.
Photo: Everyday Fairy Book; allposters.com