Oh boy, where do I begin? 😒 Until this day, the rollercoaster ride that is my life has all but made me a cat-collecting, hoarding hermit. 😟 Truth is, I let things spin out of control and I didn't know how to get myself back on track. 😥 I worried a little too much, got a little too depressed, popped a few too many pills and drank WAY too much. 🍷🍺 All of these pressure points lead me to the perfect storm of injuries that lead to my third dental surgery, completed just yesterday. 😷 I have another scheduled for early next year but I've pretty much gotten my cartoonish smile back to "normal" 😬 (for me). Next year, I plan to go even further and make my smile absolutely perfect, which I've never had before. 😶 Hell, I think I'm due to have something in life that's perfect. Yes, I blew my face out, graphically & violently busted my bottom lip and almost lost four of my front teeth 😃but I'm still kicking. In fact, I still have a few tiny tooth fragments, perhaps permanently, lodged in my bottom lip. 👄 My room was covered in as much as blood as my "Bedroom of Blood"¹ incident/ episode.🩸Thankfully, My mom happened to be spending the night that night, which is the only reason my sister didn't check herself into a mental institution after witnessing such bloody carnage. 🩸I royally messed her up mentally. 😵 Now, even on TV or in movies, she can't stand to see any mouth/tooth related injuries. I guess I don't blame her...that was pretty wicked. You'd think after my blood-bath of an injury last year, that left me without a fully functioning right hand, I would have had enough. 😞 Hey, I'm no quitter...even if it involves loss of LOTS of my blood! 🩸 (Just kidding Sis! ) Seriously, there's nothing more sobering than possibly going through life with a snaggle-toothed smile. Thanks to God's good grace, excellent dental insurance and the best dentist and oral surgeon in the business, you probably wouldn't be able to tell the severe oral trauma I'd been through recently unless I told you. 😁 As three doctors have told me, I have a long road to full recovery and I'm ready for it. 💓 My own personal emotional neglect lead me to this place. I can blame no one but myself. 😭 Considering what I've put my body through in recent months (and years), I really have come through this ordeal pretty much unscathed. However, the physical injuries are nowhere near as horrific as the mental and emotional ones. 💔 I was, and am, ashamed of how I'd been conducting my life.😐 That's one reason I'd all but abandoned all social media and blogging relief. 💻 I haven't checked my personal e-mail or Facebook messages in weeks, if not months. I just didn't want to face anything or anybody until I felt stronger. 😑 I didn't want to face what a mess I could've made of things and how much I'd already put my family through. 😢 Who wants to be reminded of what a reckless dumb azz they'd been behaving as? 😟 But here I am, healing, humbled and happy to be given another chance to do things better. I'm not 100% there yet but I'm trying. All I can do is take it day by day.😐 I'm not quite ready to look at the pictures of myself from that night yet, and I really haven't been looking forward to writing this but it's time to pay the piper by accepting my missteps. 😔 Trust me, swallowing my shame is a lot easier than swallowing 3 ounces of blood and a few tiny tooth fragments. 🦷
"Bedroom of Blood"¹
