It’s Not Easy Being Me

Mom supposedly found a discount dentist for Mojo, whose teeth are just about as bad as mine. The other day I gave him a chicken thigh bone and I noticed blood all over the bone, too much to have come from inside the bone. Yesterday, I was able to take him to the vet, who determined that Mojo has exposed roots on his molars. This is not good, as the teeth cannot be cured or treated. They want to give him some antibiotics, do some blood work and put him under for a deep teeth cleaning.

The silver lining is that I learned that it is the human food minus brushing that caused the damage and the kicker is that he is getting much needed treatment faster than I have been able to get my teeth attended. I have emailed the doctor today and will follow up on Wednesday to confirm receipt of my email.

I have the money for Mojo’s care, but it will come from my car savings…might as well admit that I will probably never have another car.

In the meantime, the pain is still present near my right moob. The constant pain and lack of knowledge regarding what is happening inside my body is really getting me down. I have reverted back to the mental state that I am just waiting to die. I am going for an ultrasound on Wednesday, but don’t expect that it will show much. I am also going to have my kidneys scanned as there was an indication in my last blood labs; an indication of what, I don’t know yet.

In the meantime, I have been contacted by my cousin, inquiring if the Oakland Raiders Afghan is complete. I have not even been working on it, owing to my depressed mental state. I have resumed, trying to get at least five rows per day done. At that rate I should be finished in about a month…if I don’t die first.