If you know me you know that I have crap teeth. No matter how many times I brush my teeth a day, they still fall apart. This is one embarrassing problem that I have. In fact it is more of a nuisance to me then what my actual disability is! I can forget about the fact that I have Cerebal Palsy, but I can never forget about how crap my teeth are. I have had 4 teeth pulled and I am only 27 for crying out loud!
I really hit a real low point when I was brushing my teeth and a bit of tooth broke off one of my front teeth. I was so upset that I rang my husband from work and got him to come home to look after the children so that I could go to the dentist straight away. Well he came home and we went to the dentist only to be told that there were no spots available today. The earliest they could get me in was the following Thursday. So I had no choice but to wait.
I work in customer service, so my job basically requires me to be constantly talking to customers face to face. So for the next week I was so conscious of my teeth that I tried to talk without showing my teeth and tried not to do the big wide open smile that I normally do. If I caught myself doing it I would either cover my mouth if I could or look down at the scanner.
As the weekend went by and Thursday was fast aproaching, my daughter fell ill and on the Wednesday prior to my dentist appointment. Upon taking her to the doctor he told me that she had to stay home for the rest of the week. Since my husband had taken to much time off already this year due to illness and what-not, I had to not only take time off work, but also cancel my dentist appointment. I had to reschedule it for the following Tuesday. So there was another week of trying not to show my teeth.
Well yesterday (Tuesday) I finally got to my appointment with the dentist. Now my dentist is a lovely woman, but it still doesn't make me feel better about going to the dentist. I hate the pain of the needles, and sometimes (ok most of the time) I am still able to feel it. I said my dentist yesterday that if I could remove my face and give it to you to work on while I sat in the waiting room for you to finish doing your work with my teeth, I would be one happy person. Well I am glad to say that on this occassion the procedure didn't hurt and she was also able to save the tooth to by only having to put a filling in instead of pulling it out. My greatest fear was that she would have to pull it out.
Everything was going dandy and I knew I needed to make another appointment to get the other front tooth fixed up. I also have other teeth that need doing as well, so when I went out to pay she said "Now next time I can do two teeth if you want." I asked her how much todays work was and the total cost was $200something, so I said that I will only do one at a time then. This means more visits, but apparently teeth aren't cheap!
So I felt a little more uplifted when I left the dentist surgery, although my bank balance is now suffering. When I went to pick up my children from daycare yesterday afternoon I told my son what I did that day. He wanted to see the tooth, so I showed him and he said "Did you grow a new tooth?" If only it was that simple!
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
Friday night with Dr Phil
Last friday night would be one of among many of the most memorable nights of my life. On Friday 7th of August I went and saw Dr Phil when he was in Brisbane during his tour of Australia.
I had won tickets to Dr Phil after entering into a competition with the local radio station that I listen to. To win the competition you had to write in and tell them why you need Dr Phil, or something along those lines. Well boy did I have a story to tell, but not wanting to offend anyone involved, I tried to keep the information to a minimum while trying to get the general idea of the situation.
After writing it and sending it off earlier in the week I hadn't heard any mention of my story on the radio, so I thought "Oh well, I tried." Wanting to go to Dr Phil so bad, but not really being able to afford it, I dug deep into our small pathetic excuse of a savings account and bought two of almost cheapest tickets I could get my hands on. Then come later in the week when I was in such a rush I had the radio on but really wasn't listening to it as I was in such a rush to get out the door that morning and everything was hectic, I hear snippets of my story on the radio. I hear things like 'parents' and 'twelve years' and 'meat in the sandwhich' and I think "Oh that poor girl, I know what she is going through" (because it hasn't registered in my brain that it is my story yet) and then I hear my name and I am like "Oh cool she has the same name as me" and then I pause and go "Oh hang on! Oh holy s***! That is my story." At this point I was still unaware that I had won tickets to Dr Phil because I thought that the person that got selected out of everyone that they had read out at the end of the week was the only one to get a ticket to see him.
Anyway a few weeks later I get an email from the radio station asking for my details so that they can notify my of when my Dr Phil tickets come in. I was excited but also sceptical, so I wasn't getting rid of my tickets that I had bought until I got actually got the tickets in my hand. A week before the actual show I get another email saying that the tickets are ready to be picked up, so I quickly race over to the radio station before I had to go to work to get my tickets that I had won.
It wasn't the meet and greet tickets that were up for grabs, but they were way better tickets then the ones that I bought so I set out to sell the other ones. If money hadn't of been as tight as it is at the moment I would have just given them away. I put on my facebook status that I was selling the tickets for what I paif for them which was $89 each. My sister then went and ruined it by commenting on my status by saying "Tickettek was flogging them off for $70 each the other day." I went back to the internet and checked the ticket prices and she was referring to the tickets that were the last reserve. I had gotten the second last reserve tickets. But too late, the damage had already been done by what she said, so I was unable to sell them. This really pissed me off because it seems like my sister is out to make my life hell even though she has everything such as a house and trips overseas every few months when we can't even afford to go up the coast for a night and definitely can't afford to put a permant roof over our children's head.
So eventually I gave them away to one of my friends. She brought her sister with her and they enjoyed it. It was a fantastic night and I couldn't stop laughing at all the funny stories that Dr Phil shared with us. Not only that I took alot of valuable information away from the night. It was completely different from his show on television.
If I ever make it to America for a holiday (one of my dreams is to take my children over for a White Christmas as we spend our Christmas's in 40 degree heat) I would love to go to be in the audience for a taping of one of his shows, not to mention Oprah's as well, but if I never get to do that at least I went and saw Dr Phil in Australia.
I had won tickets to Dr Phil after entering into a competition with the local radio station that I listen to. To win the competition you had to write in and tell them why you need Dr Phil, or something along those lines. Well boy did I have a story to tell, but not wanting to offend anyone involved, I tried to keep the information to a minimum while trying to get the general idea of the situation.
After writing it and sending it off earlier in the week I hadn't heard any mention of my story on the radio, so I thought "Oh well, I tried." Wanting to go to Dr Phil so bad, but not really being able to afford it, I dug deep into our small pathetic excuse of a savings account and bought two of almost cheapest tickets I could get my hands on. Then come later in the week when I was in such a rush I had the radio on but really wasn't listening to it as I was in such a rush to get out the door that morning and everything was hectic, I hear snippets of my story on the radio. I hear things like 'parents' and 'twelve years' and 'meat in the sandwhich' and I think "Oh that poor girl, I know what she is going through" (because it hasn't registered in my brain that it is my story yet) and then I hear my name and I am like "Oh cool she has the same name as me" and then I pause and go "Oh hang on! Oh holy s***! That is my story." At this point I was still unaware that I had won tickets to Dr Phil because I thought that the person that got selected out of everyone that they had read out at the end of the week was the only one to get a ticket to see him.
Anyway a few weeks later I get an email from the radio station asking for my details so that they can notify my of when my Dr Phil tickets come in. I was excited but also sceptical, so I wasn't getting rid of my tickets that I had bought until I got actually got the tickets in my hand. A week before the actual show I get another email saying that the tickets are ready to be picked up, so I quickly race over to the radio station before I had to go to work to get my tickets that I had won.
It wasn't the meet and greet tickets that were up for grabs, but they were way better tickets then the ones that I bought so I set out to sell the other ones. If money hadn't of been as tight as it is at the moment I would have just given them away. I put on my facebook status that I was selling the tickets for what I paif for them which was $89 each. My sister then went and ruined it by commenting on my status by saying "Tickettek was flogging them off for $70 each the other day." I went back to the internet and checked the ticket prices and she was referring to the tickets that were the last reserve. I had gotten the second last reserve tickets. But too late, the damage had already been done by what she said, so I was unable to sell them. This really pissed me off because it seems like my sister is out to make my life hell even though she has everything such as a house and trips overseas every few months when we can't even afford to go up the coast for a night and definitely can't afford to put a permant roof over our children's head.
So eventually I gave them away to one of my friends. She brought her sister with her and they enjoyed it. It was a fantastic night and I couldn't stop laughing at all the funny stories that Dr Phil shared with us. Not only that I took alot of valuable information away from the night. It was completely different from his show on television.
If I ever make it to America for a holiday (one of my dreams is to take my children over for a White Christmas as we spend our Christmas's in 40 degree heat) I would love to go to be in the audience for a taping of one of his shows, not to mention Oprah's as well, but if I never get to do that at least I went and saw Dr Phil in Australia.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Wednesday 5th of August 2009
I woke up this morning ready to brace the day. Shortly after I woke up though I got a phone call that left me very upset and angry. I was still feeling this way when I was dropping my husband off at the train station and on my way to drop the kids off at daycare, so I vowed to take the dog for a walk when I got home before I went to work to see if I could lift my mood.
Well I never got to take the dog for a walk because my little girl was sick and needed to go to the Doctor. So I made an appointment for her thinking that it wasn't much and that I would be able to drop her off at daycare afterwards and then go on to work. Well the doctor had other plans! He told me that she had a virus and needed to be kept at home from kindy for the rest of the week, so consequently I had to go into work and tell them that I couldn't do my shift today and my shift tomorrow.
I love my Thursday shift as well for two reasons. One is because it starts at eight in the morning, which even though it is hectic in the morning getting everyone ready and out the door, I love working early. The second reason is because every Thursday there is a guy that comes in with his disabled sister around about lunchtime.
This is where I realise that there are some good people still in this world. Every Thursday he has off work, so he takes his sister Ten Pin Bowling then he brings her shopping. Even though I can't understand what she says, I always make a point of talking to her and facing her when I ask her how she did at bowling that morning, even though I have to get her brother to translate what she is trying to say to me.
It is little things like that which are important to me to be able to see and hear about because I know how I have been treated by people that are supposed to love you no matter what is wrong with you. I know what it is like to have someone that is embarrassed to have to be related to someone who is disabled, and know that if they had a choice they wouldn't have anything to do with you.
Well I never got to take the dog for a walk because my little girl was sick and needed to go to the Doctor. So I made an appointment for her thinking that it wasn't much and that I would be able to drop her off at daycare afterwards and then go on to work. Well the doctor had other plans! He told me that she had a virus and needed to be kept at home from kindy for the rest of the week, so consequently I had to go into work and tell them that I couldn't do my shift today and my shift tomorrow.
I love my Thursday shift as well for two reasons. One is because it starts at eight in the morning, which even though it is hectic in the morning getting everyone ready and out the door, I love working early. The second reason is because every Thursday there is a guy that comes in with his disabled sister around about lunchtime.
This is where I realise that there are some good people still in this world. Every Thursday he has off work, so he takes his sister Ten Pin Bowling then he brings her shopping. Even though I can't understand what she says, I always make a point of talking to her and facing her when I ask her how she did at bowling that morning, even though I have to get her brother to translate what she is trying to say to me.
It is little things like that which are important to me to be able to see and hear about because I know how I have been treated by people that are supposed to love you no matter what is wrong with you. I know what it is like to have someone that is embarrassed to have to be related to someone who is disabled, and know that if they had a choice they wouldn't have anything to do with you.
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