Facing Reality.

I will be headed to the dentist shortly. There, I will find out that my new 'insurance' will not cover doing anything about this ruined mouth. I am also faced with the fact that it would be much better in the long run (assuming there is a long run) to just remove these ailing teeth and get full dentures made. (I cannot hope to afford implants, even though that would solve the entire situation. Of course, they know this, which is why it costs so damned much. Capitalistic healthcare will end up killing us all, mark my words. It will literally be a version of 'Logan's Run'.)

Things are so stressful here right now. I have no one here to talk to. Like, in person. Which is what I need badly. My husband is suffering from all this stress and that is making me even worse. Now, I have to go pretend like I can do something about my rotting mouth while insurance pretends to care about not being able to do much of anything except a routine cleaning.

Crying may not help, but it is tough not to. It is the same with screaming into the void, except that this practice usually brings the local police.

My vacuum is now dying. I can hear the bearings on the motor screaming. I can't use it without it sounding like a scalded dog howling. We are broke so there is no buying another one. Besides, why would I destroy a new one on this house when we will be moving soon enough? I could probably do something about it except these days I cannot grip a screwdriver enough to take the thing apart to try and fix it. This is just the beginning of my becoming a true waste of skin. I might as well start getting rid of my tools. I won't be regaining any abilities. Wonderful.

I hope your days are going well. If not, know that it ain't just you.

You said it, Jeff...