Well I decided to put my picture up. Usually my mouth is wide open, flashing my teeth and laughing with my mouth open(you know the kind of laugh that almost hurts?) Yeah, that one. Well I cannot do that anymore and it makes me sad. I love to laugh, make others laugh and I will never pass you by on the street without flashing a big smile and saying hello!
I have had a calcium deficiency along with my other illnesses that apparently has caused my teeth to fracture easily. I also have TMJ which makes it worse and is what has caused my current state of need of emergency dental help!
I don't understand all the things that I have been through in my life. Widowed at 29. My daughter was a year old. I had to give up the house my husband and I bought the summer before he died in January 1991. We were in Atlanta at the time. My daughter and I moved back to Alabama to be near my parents so I could continue to work.
I spent most of my growing up years in the dentist chair. I am very thankful that my parents afforded me that dental health and I also continued it into my adulthood with my jobs.
However; I am disabled now and have had to have several extractions, 2 to be exact because I did not have the money for a root canal and a crown.
Then one of my crowns came out, was misplaced before I could get it glued back in.(this crown will be partially paid for by my daughter's old apt.,) we can file a claim on her renters insurance.
Then a week ago I was at physical therapy for my knee and my tooth to the right of my front 2 teeth fell out.
I had to give up the house my husband and I bought the summer before he died in January 1991. We were in Atlanta at the time. My daughter and I moved back to Alabama to be near my parents so I could continue to work.( no help from his family). I was so depressed but tried to continue my job in sales with a pharmaceutical company and did very well for a few years after moving to my hometown.
I knew that life would never be the same for me but I had no idea that grieving is a full-time job all by itself.
Needless to say we moved several times looking for a place that" Felt like home"but a part of me was missing and would never come home again, hold me again, or reassure me that everything was gonna be alright. I had no one to rely on except for my mother and daddy.
Fast forward to 2001 and I lost the other Most important man in my life! My daddy. I gave up another house I was buying out of love for my father who wanted to die at home. I gladly moved in (my daughter and I ) to take care of my daddy around the clock. He had a joke and called me Nurse Rutherford. He would laugh even though he knew that he was dieing! Nurse Rutherford was suppose to be a reference to an older nurse say for instance, back in the 70's. Surely you remember those white nurse hats? Well and Rutherford was suppose to be your worse nightmare. She made you eat all of your food and then take your rutherford lol! That is what he called his medicine. He lived 6 weeks to the day. He went to be with the Lord on May 20th, 2001!
What a void without both of them here! There I was homeless again and needed to run my daddy's Insurance Agency ( I knew.nothing at all about it). But my mother was not old enough to draw SS benefits and I would not let my mom
Lose her home.
