Cravin’

Why is it when you CAN’T have something is when you really want it the most?
I’m sure it’s directly related to the male hormone, but I’m not pointing medical fingers.

My tooth is still as it was.  Yes, it’s still exposed. Yes, it’s still abscessed. Yes I’m still on antibiotics and painkillers. And yes, my stomach is officially hamburger.
Kristine, why haven’t you gotten to the dentist yet?
Because my dental insurance is in limbo. You know right at that point where your hair is dragging on the ground and your back is about to break, but there is no turning back and moving forward means falling on your ass?  I’m at that part of limbo.  I used that for an example, but honestly I have never limboed.  I think the closest thing to a limbo is when I was ducking a low hanging spider web.

My Mortgage company sent me a shirt that I have to wear; I am the mortgage companies bitch.  ‘Nuff said.

We are learning this cute thing called, “survival”.  It’s figuring out how to make a stupid amount of money *coughfourtybuckscough* last exactly for 12 days. So far, we are doing alright.  Only 9 days left to go.
Shaun bought a pack of cigarettes for me and I get to have exactly one a night.  *coughsendsmokescough*

The tooth situation is getting a wee bit out of hand. I’m this close to giving the pain a name.  The pain is almost as bad as trying to learn algebra at 30 years old…or any song by Celine Dion.

Alrighty then, the pain medication is causing me to see flying monkeys playing poker at the foot of my bed.  Night everyone.