(written on the 8th from notes taken previously)
So I went to bed last night with a mouthguard because the dentist, like every other dentist, tells me that I grind my teeth in my sleep, or clench, or something.
I don’t wake up with a sore jaw, and I don’t clench your grind during the day, so it just seems weird that I would do it at night? But that’s what pretty much every dentist says when I look at my teeth.
🤷
So I tried going to bed with a mouthguard last night, and I did better than I’ve ever done with one before, but my teeth felt like they had been pushed out of place such that I had a weird bite in the morning. 😅
And after a very late night getting to sleep, I woke up bright and early. 🙃
Gratefully, though, after having a pretty rough go of it before finally falling asleep late late late, I woke up and was able to be in a really good space, happy, and just feeling full of light.
I finally got up the courage to fight through medical stuff to try and get an appointment made with the surgeon in Rapid City.
Every time I try and do anything physical health related, it just seems like it turns into this giant stressful ordeal where everything I try and do fights me every step of the way, so it takes a fair bit of emotional strength just to get going. 😅
Anyway, so I got going, and as I started gathering the information together, I started reading over the notes from different doctors and different appointments, and I just found myself absolutely disgusted.
The orthopedic surgeon that saw me… And spent Maybe 30 to 60 seconds looking at my arms had the gall to say that we had lengthy conversation about it.
It’s been a while, but I want to say that the entire time he spent with me might have been maybe two or three minutes?
It was probably the single worst experience I’ve ever had with a medical professional in my entire life.
My blood boiled a little bit just reading that summary.
In general, I have little faith in doctors and our medical system. As far as I’m concerned, doctors, the vast majority of the time, are a waste of time and money. They take massive amounts of money, don’t spend nearly enough time with anyone to have any real idea as to what’s going on, and then just make some random barely educated guess.
That’s been my experience, anyway, and the experience of I think the majority of the people whom I know personally.
I know there are good doctors out there. I just… haven’t had the luck of finding them myself.
Anyway, I was able to finally get all the medical records sent over, and I was able to speak with the MRI place to have them transfer the actual images over to my perspective surgeon, who requires seeing records and images prior to accepting the patient, which I’m actually kind of grateful for. Hopefully that bodes well. He has a wonderful Google rating, some crossing my fingers that maybe I’ve got a good doctor here.
I spent some time doing online work until the rain started coming down hard enough that I was worried about massive water buildup by the foundation of the house, so I went out and at first, I started trying to bail the huge puddles of water with my plastic breakfast bowl. 🙃
But that was very slow going, so I grabbed the bucket that the roof harness stuff came in, and that was much more effective. 😆
Unfortunately, since there are no gutters, I got absolutely soaked because the puddles were right below where all the rain was coming right down off the roof, so by the time I was done bailing the first time around, I peeled off my drenched clothing, and found myself some dry clothes too relax in.
Spent some more time working, thinking that the rain had stopped for the day, but no joy there. 😅
The rain started coming down a fair bit again, and it lasted a good little while. It took me a bit to get up the gumption to go back out, knowing that I was going to get soaked again, and by the time I went back out, the rain that had fallen I think had mostly soak back in the ground, so there wasn’t much left to bail.
I probably should have gone out earlier. 😕
Oh well. At least I was able to get a fair amount of the water away from the roof the first time, so hopefully that helped a bit the second time around, and I did get a fair bit out the second time around.
Anyway, I did some more online work, and I also spent some time looking stuff up for the house–looking up HVAC information, looking for engineers to talk to about the garage build up, looking up septic information, etc.
When Heather and Hans got home, I chatted with them about the house a bit, chatted with Jared again about his van, watched a political YouTube video that my brother-in-law shared with me about what’s going on right now, and I shared it with one of my sisters.
Spent some time chatting with the Big Guy, answered a handful of more questions for work, did a bit of journal note taking, and called it a day.
Gratitude:
- Though it was hard to keep a good attitude, I’m grateful that I was able to get my medical records transferred, so I can hopefully be getting an appointment scheduled soon with Dr Gust.
- I’m grateful I was able to get so much water bailed away from the foundation.
- I’m grateful that I had dry clothes to change into after getting soaked.
- I’m grateful that the rain wasn’t a super cold rain, so that I was freezing while bailing.
- I’m grateful that after a rough night where I was super stressed before going to bed, not in a good space, and didn’t get much sleep, that I was able to be full of light and happiness in the morning. That was… wonderful. 😊
Success:
- Being mostly able to let go of the stressful things. 🎉
Improvement:
- Didn’t need to get mad at the doctor. Would have been more Christlike to have felt sorrow for him for treating people that way.
💙
Lift the world.
Bring it on.
~ stephen
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