So I left off with me getting out of the hospital. There isn’t much to say here.
I spent 3 weeks in pain beyond belief, sleeping and taking load after load of ruined belongings to the dump. Newborn diapers that I had made, tiny wool, wedding memoriabilia (the photos are okay though!). Storage under the Yurt had turned out to be a no good terrible, bad idea. I can’t really remember if Mr.T was working on the movie then or not, but I know my Mum was there.
I was tested for all sorts of terrible things like Lupus and MS and everything, including my vit D levels (! Yeah, I actually read those links my FIL emails out) were perfect.
My Mum and the kids and I jumped ship to Saskatchewan.
I had an abscesed tooth. There was a constant drilling pain under my left eye. The infection went systemic. I had lots of antibiotics and a root canal.
Great! I should be good as new, phew, glad I wasn’t crazy and just had a nasty infection!
*Dusts hands and gets up and walks away, asks silent audience “Did you just hear that phone ring? No? Hmm”*
Dammit, I HAD kinda, really, maybe,
thought hoped, that getting a root canal would make me stop hearing things.