Saturday, Hubby and I finally found somewhere to go where we can be together! I took a chance and text messaged my Aunt Lorie Saturday afternoon, explaining basically what was going on, and asked her if we could come visit for the night. She said yes, so we rushed right out there.

We hung out for a while. Aunt Lorie wasn’t doing very well, so I made her Split Pea soup and a PB&J sandwich, and my cousin, Cole, Vegetable Beef soup and a grilled cheese sandwich for dinner. My mouth hurt too bad to eat much of anything.

I love going to her house. It’s the only place I feel at home. It’s the only place I feel safe and free to do what I want. Once I get there, I never want to leave.

Cole gave up his bedroom for Hubby and I to have a place to sleep for the night, because he is the most awesome, considerate, adorable boy in the entire world. He’s seriously my favorite. We got to bed probably around 5 or 6; I know we went in there around 2:30, but we kept getting interrupted by my other cousin, Justin’s, retard friends. I got up probably around 2 or 3, and Hubby got up around 4:30. We both slept like dead babies.

We hung out until around 7:30 on Sunday, and then started our drive home. Hubby dropped me off and then headed home himself.

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I have been having problems with my teeth for quite a while now but haven’t had insurance to get them taken care of. I certainly can’t pay for it myself – When I went to get the initial visit a few months ago, they estimated around $3,500 I believe. Yea. Fucking. Right.

Since I finally got insurance cards, my teeth have been hurting worse and worse as the hours and days pass by, so I finally started calling dentists a few days ago. I called every dentist in the phone book and found ONE that takes my insurance. I called them back today and told them I need an appointment ASAP. They told me to call back after 5pm to check and see if there are cancellations for tomorrow. When I did, they told me to come in any time before 2pm. I want to cry, but I don’t know whether it’s out of terror or relief.

I am so, so scared of the dentist. Every time I get in the chair, I have a massive anxiety attack. My mom told me she’d give me a couple Clonopin, but I know she’ll only give me like, two, and that isn’t going to help me at all. Thankfully I got my Xanax prescription filled today, so I can take a couple of those as well. I also decided to pick up a 12-pack of Miller High Life to drink between tonight and tomorrow, so hopefully I won’t be feeling any fear.

My only hitch is that I can’t eat or drink anything after midnight because I have a regular doctor’s appointment at 9:40am to get bloodwork, and I have to fast beforehand.I completely forgot about it when I made my plan to get plastered tonight, and I’m kinda pissed about it. I’m going to have to figure out how to get some beers down between the doctor’s and the dentist. This isn’t going to be easy…