I have a secret… I’m afraid of the dentist. Seriously, truly - afraid. I’ve not taken the best care of my teeth in the past, and couple that with a resistance to pain medication I’ve avoided the dentist for more years (keep going, and going) than I care to recount in public. A raging toothache landed me in my husband’s dentist’s office on Friday. ( Read more... )

In preparation for my appointment with the pain management specialist next week I have created a log. You can see what I'm trying to keep track of here.

It's weird to see it all laid out like that. You can read what prompted me to do this here.

This week I’ve noticed a coping mechanism that I’m proud of. Regardless of how my body actually feels at the moment, I’m conscious of - and elevated by - the good things that have happened. All in all, this has been a really good last couple of weeks. I’ll start with the smaller things and work up to the big stuff ( Read more... )

Today was a pretty unnerving, dare I say upsetting, day ( Read more... )

Another busy weekend, but hopefully the last of that kind for a little while ( Read more... )