The kids moved their rooms to the attic. I haven\u2019t been there in five years. I used to have some idea of what their rooms looked like, but now that they\u2019ve moved, I\u2019m completely in the dark. Pictures and video don\u2019t do the atmosphere justice either. It\u2019s like the Euro. I understand people are having trouble adjusting, but I\u2019ve never used them. I don\u2019t even know what the individual coins and bills look like. <\/p>\n
Last week I watched a documentary about Diane Pretty, an Englishwoman with ALS who had to fight for the right to end her life. It did not raise my spirits. Her limp head and yammering voice are all too familiar. The only thing that wasn\u2019t, was the pain. And it all looked distinctly destitute. Typically English. I don\u2019t have a living will. Dying at a previously decided time sounds abhorrent to me. I\u2019m counting on my doctor to give me morphine when my breathing fails. That\u2019s something I need to talk to him about, actually. I\u2019m hoping for a painless natural death.<\/p>\n
Last week I chipped my front tooth while brushing my teeth. In its stead there\u2019s a huge hole. It looks horrible, and it\u2019s equally clunky when I\u2019m trying to eat and drink. I use my front teeth for everything. I don\u2019t know if it\u2019s reparable. I can\u2019t hold my mouth open for long and tilting my head back makes me nervous. In short, I can\u2019t sit in a dentist\u2019s chair. Hopefully there\u2019s a quick and clean solution, because nothing spites a face more than missing a tooth. Some friends got me an appointment with a dentist who knows what ALS is and has experience operating on disabled people. It should be over and done with in 40 minutes. We\u2019ll see. <\/p>\n
Armed with a letter I\u2019d written to the dentist, laying out my fears and considerations, we went on our way. He was such a nice man. He took photos and laid out his procedure. I was allowed to stay seated in my wheelchair. I had the operation the week afterward. I can show my face again. He had to improvise a bit, because the false tooth wouldn\u2019t stick. He thinks it had something to do with saliva build up underneath the tooth, which isn\u2019t great, structurally. He hopes it will stay put. I only bit his finger once. It resulted in him yelping and me laughing quietly. I think it has crossed everyone\u2019s mind, biting the dentist while they\u2019re rooting around in your mouth. I\u2019d warned him about me involuntary biting reflexes. I do have to get used to my new tooth. At least my sandwiches don\u2019t slip between my teeth anymore, and I look great.<\/p>\n
I\u2019ve had a few wonderful snowy winter walks. Everything looks so different. Besides that, I\u2019ve been sitting in the sun, in front of the window. <\/p>\n
Theatre season was off to a bit of a slow start this year, but this month we went to see three shows. They were all good, although I did fall asleep during one of them. <\/p>\n
We had a spa day. It was Floor\u2019s brainchild. We treated ourselves to a footbath, moisturizer and face masks while we enjoyed a few episodes of Friends. I enjoyed it immensely. That\u2019s my girl!<\/p>\n
Ward got his expected grades and has been looking at different secondary schools. Four Saturdays of trial lessons, instead of football. We\u2019re not playing a huge part in it. We had seen most of them already from Floor\u2019s secondary school search. We\u2019ll be going to an info day on Thursday at Ward\u2019s favourite school thus far. He\u2019ll be taking his exams next week. Let\u2019s wait for the result first. <\/p>\n
And I have been busy writing Ward\u2019s end-of-year musical. This weekend I felt especially creative and wrote 5 scenes. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
No idea The kids moved their rooms to the attic. I haven\u2019t been there in five years. I used to have some idea of what their rooms looked like, but now that they\u2019ve moved, I\u2019m completely in the dark. Pictures and video don\u2019t do the atmosphere justice either. It\u2019s like the Euro. I understand people … <\/p>\n