Yesterday was an absolutely shitty day. I had trouble breathing through my nose, which disrupted my sleep and left me exhausted and also in a shitty mood. So Tom looked at more detailed info than MyAir gives using a free app called OSCAR, and it did show I was struggling to breathe at the time I remember it happening.

I slept better last night, but didn’t get enough deep sleep and woke up exhausted again. But after I took a nap, it helped a lot. That was a good thing too, since I had a dentist appointment today. I’m just really pissed and frustrated because they have me down for a special deep-cleaning plan, which is not covered on my current dental plan, so we learned, and we had to pay $65 instead of $10. On top of that, a tooth I suspected needed a crown definitely does need a crown. It’s my back bottom molar next to the one she pulled. It has a large filling that’s very cracked, and it’s important that I don’t lose this tooth; otherwise, the cost would triple because then I would need a root canal or an implant.

The problem is we’re already going to owe about a grand for my fucking nose! Why does everything have to happen at once?! With laughing gas, the crown would cost about $500. I’m getting almost as sick of these money games as I am these health issues. I told Tom that as long as I’m alive, I’m going to be a regular health burden that’s going to suck up a ton of money (besides keeping my suffering going), and I keep offering to change that so he can actually enjoy his retirement and save money, but he keeps rejecting the idea. He says we’ve got a roof over our head and food and all that, and he’s right. We do have this. But at the same time, we’re poor and struggling just like we were before the end of 2011. We’re just not doing it in the mainstream and living in a dump or living like bums.

Anyway, I liked this cleaning lady, Stephanie, better than the foreign lady because she’s easy to understand, and she didn’t pressure me to hurry up and schedule my next cleaning. We’re going to have to get me back on the standard cleaning plan, though, so that it’s covered. I’m tired of this half-ass coverage bullshit, too. What’s the point of insurance if hardly anything is covered?

On the bright side, Stephanie's daughter and others she knows have had turbinite reductions done and said it makes a huge difference.

Now we might not be able to afford to rent a car on surgery day, and with the odds of my not only being up 18 hours or more that day but also being exhausted, that’s going to make the day longer and harder.

Tom said the honker was mean to his dog because he was bathing the thing while it was cold. Yeah, that’s something I could see him doing. His convenience would matter more than the mutt’s comfort. I always thought it was a bit mean of him not to take it on walks, especially as big as it is. It’s only allowed to run around outside his place when he lets it out to shit, and that isn’t much space. Again, he would put his own life and fun first. Still can’t believe how quiet he’s been this year, but there are still two months left to go.