Getting It Together

My mother works for a non-profit organization that deals in helping women just out prison get back on their feet. They work on getting them the skills they need to get a job and function in society. They also have case workers and various other personnel that help with the ladies with emotional and psychological problems that they may have.

I discussed my depression problem with my mother a while ago. I went over to see her today and she gave me a phone number. She says to tell them that I was referred to them by a woman that my mother works with, and they should be able to help. So here’s to hoping. I don’t know what kind of place this is. Its just a number. So we’ll see how this turns out.

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I can’t believe its already the 21st. I feel like it is still June. And I should still be waiting another two months to get my wisdom teeth out. I don’t think I actually felt like it was happening this week until today. I went in to work today, and I was getting the deposit bags ready for the pickup on Thursday. And I wrote down the date for Thursday, which is the 23rd. Which is also the day of my appointment. And I just had that, "Oh shit" moment. Literally ten minutes after I had that moment, the oral surgeon’s office called to confirm my appointment for Thursday. 

I don’t feel mentally prepared for this.

Physically prepared? I got this. I bought my instant mashed potatoes, applesauce, pudding, Jell-o, popsicles, ice cream, chicken broth, juice, etc.And I have all the movies I want to watch picked out for when I’m out of my mind on pain killers. I am ready as far as preparedness for the aftermath. But the date really snuck up on me.

My mom gave me 200$ to put towards the cost. Which I’m extremely thankful for. She says she’ll give me another 300$ after the surgery. Which I am even more thankful for. Because 2600$. That blows. I am (quite literally) putting that money in my mouth, and eating it. Ugh.

Do not want.

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We’re going to be doing Knit Night at Jess’s house tomorrow night. We’re going to order take out (presumably from Wah-Lung) and knit and talk and stuff. And I’m looking forward to it. I will love having Wah-Lung as the last solid food I eat before not being able to eat solid food for a week. Yes.

I am so not ready for Thursday.

But at least I have all my stuff together for the time being.

ALW