I can't even begin to explain how overwhelmed I am right now. Lizze is a hot mess and that's not making anything easier. I don't mean any disrespect by that either because she has no control over any of this. She's been having frequent panic attacks over the last few days. Her migraine is simply unbearable and she's struggling with depression. I huge part of her depression is related to chronic pain. The pain leads to depression and the depression makes the pain worse. It just feeds on itself endlessly. She's nauseated all the time and get sick everytime she eats. If we're to get her any longterm relief from her depression, we have to control her pain and we've not found a way to do that. We're currently waiting…

I had my consult with my new oral surgeon today. I'm terrified by the idea of having my wisdom teeth removed and even going to the consult was rough. After sitting down with my new doctor, I feel so much better. ☺ He explained the procedure and what to expect. There's nothing even remotely complicated about my procedure. I was worried about the impaction but he said it's not a problem. My top two teeth will take less than 5 minutes each and the impacted one will take about 10 minutes. I'll benefit from general anesthesia, so I'll be completely asleep and will wake up after it's all over with. I'll be asleep for a total of about 40 minutes all together and that's it. I should be in and…

Shortly before bed last night, we got a message that school was already canceled due to cold tempratures. That means a four day weekend has now become a five day weekend. The kids are excited and that's a good. It's also nice not to have to haul everyone around in those tempratures. Thankfully, all we have today is my appointment this afternoon and therapy for the kids tonight. It's already starting to warm up and we're currently sitting at a scorching 5°F. Hope everyone is staying warm.

It's a really big day for me and I'm incredibly nervous. Around lunchtime, I'll be meeting with an oral surgeon about my wisdom teeth. I know this isn't a big deal and teens have this done all the time but I'm terrified. My last experience with the oral surgeon was traumatic and has impacted my life in ways that it shouldn't have. I was maybe 7 or 8 years old and playing with our new puppy on the living room floor. I was playing tug of war with our dog and I thought it would be a good idea to hold my end in my mouth. Our puppy tried to get a better grip and ended up biting my lower jaw. It was an accident but she ripped out the…