It’s been a while…

So, obviously I’ve not written for a good long time – and here’s why:

Since February, I’ve gotten all of my teeth pulled and now have a top partial, a bottom denture, and the same upper bridge that was put in place back in 2009. I’m healing exceptionally well according to my awesome dentist. (Yes, they exist! I know they’re rare, but I found one and I’m keeping him!) πŸ™‚

On top of all of that toothiness, I’ve been seeing my Rheumatologist and Neuropsych on a regular basis. I’ve definitely been diagnosed with fibromyalgia and nerve damage, on top of my occipital neuralgia. (Ouch!) My neuropsych has been diligent about helping me with my PTSD and anxiety issues, and has given me great resources for self-help, outside of her helping me.

Back in the middle of May, I found out some terrible and disturbing news about my little brother (whom I’ve not saw since my brain injury in 2013.) Apparently he’s been convicted of international and national crimes (which I’m not giving details of) that I’d no clue he was even arrested for.

I found this out by trying to wish him a happy birthday, in May, then texting his mother (same dad, different moms) about why he hadn’t responded. She immediately called me back and told me he’d been arrested back in January – then she explained why.

Suffice to say, I was in shock for a few days, angry as hell for a couple of weeks, and finally just fearful for his safety while he awaits his sentencing trial in October.

As if that’s not enough, my older brother (same mom, different dads) got a call that his father – which he’s never met, since about 2 years old – was on his death bed in Florida. 😦 Our Momma, and stepfather (whom we call Dad) took him to Florida to not just meet him, but to say goodbye. On the way there, my bro had a grand mal seizure! Yikes! He’d never had seizures before… anyhow, they make it down there.

His father couldn’t speak anymore (even though he could just days prior) and my bro was heartbroken that they couldn’t have a conversation. On their way back to Missouri, his father died.

After they all got home, Momma and I helped fill out all the forms, write emails to the morturary, the crematorium, and the hospice, and take all that stuff of my bro’s shoulders during his time of turmoil. About a week later we got his dad’s ashes in a beatiful urn in the mail.

Besides aaaalllll of that, my bro and I have gotten closer. He’s been seeing Dr’sΒ and things are looking better for the both of us (medically & emotionally.)

I’m getting used to my gums healing and my new hardware. He’s getting used to medication for his seizures and healing his injuries from other recent things. The both of us have been enjoying each other’s company every time he’s down here. He’s such a good big bro! I adore him. β™‘β™‘β™‘

β˜† Plus, my little bro wrote me a letter – and my big bro and Dad both gave me some helpful advice about what/how to respond without letting my anger out.. To keep the letter positive and let the progression of our correspondences dictate when is the right time to ask him the things that have been keeping me up at night about his crimes committed.

Until then, I’ll keep focusing on my healing and the things that make my life healthier and happier. πŸ™‚

Thanks for reading! πŸ˜€

Untel next blog… β™‘

Teeeeeth!Β πŸ˜€ lol’s β™‘ β˜† β™‘ Yes, I’m growing my hair out – nerve damage agony be damned! It’s going to hurt anyway, so I might as well look gorgeous through the pain. πŸ˜‰