Alzheimer's is a nasty disease. My Grandmother McCoy was the sweetest woman on the planet until the age of 85, when it took over and made her threaten to beat up her own daughter. Her body finally caught up to her brain...and she died yesterday morning. I've had the sads for 26 hours now, and it has further been complicated with a diagnosis of a cavity AND gum disease from the dentist this morning.
This is my first cavity, and the loyal reader will remember the cracked tooth. (Yeah, I waited a whole two days to begin part three. I've discovered I need this blog, and its' associated audience, to assist my random brain in sorting things out.) She, the dentist, scheduled me in next Wednesday to fill the tooth, which will as a result fix the chip. The rest of the story involves words like "planing" and "insurance doesn't cover."
So it's been a shitty coupla days. But Three is my favorite number, and you gotta start somewhere. Only problem is now I gotta decide if I wanna quit smoking and please the dentist, or keep smoking and please myself as I feel as if I've avoided Alzheimer's by taking my fate in my own hands.
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