Re: Little behind in emails

[Guest guest]

hi Debi,

I'm one of the newbies, nice to meet you. As I don't have CP, my fiancee does. I

have a slew of other illnesses on my own. lol

WOW what a beautiful doggie you have there. I had never heard of that breed so I

looked it up with pics. WOW she will get rather large too. What a nice dog. I

saw them from the age of nursing all the way to adult. Here is the site if

anyone else cares to look http://www.dogbreedinfo.com/landseerphotos.htm

I'm glad your computer problems seem to be solved! I hate when my computer is

down.

Take care and I wish you a very Happy Thanksgiving!

~Tommie

Re: Pain and depression setting in....

Thanks Tommie,

No, I'm not of a mind to check out just yet, I'm stubborn that

way......lol. I'm feeling a bit better today, in my head at least.

Although the idea of sitting down with a bottle of old Jim Beam

yesterday did cross my mind. Venting here has been such a Godsend

for me. I'm able to let it out in a constructive way w/o feeling

like I'm dumping on my family. It's hard to express myself though,

by the time I want to write, I can't see straight from the pain.

I don't know what it's like to be a woman, that comes with it's own

brand of problems I wouldn't even try to claim I understand. I think

I have it easier being a man, at least that's what I tell myself,

lol.

I should give a little background since I don't write on here a

lot. After my shoulder replacement I did see a counselor to try and

cope. My career had come to a sudden halt, my health was fading, and

I was about to turn 40.... the cheese had definitely fallen off my

cracker. Ego deflated, pride smashed, and overall a not happy guy.

I took a nasty fall back in '90 on a job site (28 feet onto a

concrete floor) and even though I healed up back then, it has all

come back to haunt me these past several years. I was seeing my

counselor, and several specialists for health problems connected to

the fall. One doctor would put me on one medication, and another

doctor would try me on something else. I felt like a lab

experiment. I finally got sick of the rollercoster of meds. At one

point I was on 8 different meds. I felt like an old man with my

little day pillboxes. It was not helping me feel better about

Vince. Some of them made me sick, so I didn't want to eat, some

impacted my balance, so I was stumbling around the house. One of

them (nurontin) made me forget where I put everything from my glasses

to my shoes. I remember thinking, " oh great, now I'm in pain AND I

have a stomachache. So as crazy as it might sound, I decided to just

embrace the pain. At least that was constant and I knew what to

expect. I was raised Catholic, so in my mind this was just another

form of penance. So, I get up every morning, thank God for my family

and my life, and just try and deal. Every year it's gotten harder to

do. I guess in all honesty too, I was willing to embrace the pain

since at least it was my own pain, and I had some control over my

life again. I wasn't waiting to see a doctor, or waiting for

something to heal, or waiting to see what the latest pill was going

to do to me. I felt so out of control having to wait on the

unknown

I did see a doctor here about a year ago. I got the usual lecture

about the evils of pain med addiction and told to go swim with a big

rubber ball with the old duffers in Grand Forks. When I got done

laughing, I went home and tried to accept that this was never going

to change.

I'm facing knee replacement now and I wonder how much longer my

spine will continue to work. The surgeries to grind down the bone

spurs are a temporary fix at best. I joked with my wife when we did

our living will. When she has me cremated there will be a big pile

of real important looking stuff left over. Maybe she could take it

all to the salvage yard to offset the funeral cost...I think that's

funny...she didn't.

Anyway, thank you for the reply, thank you all.

[Guest guest]

Hi Tommie,

My puppy looks so much like the top puppy picture on the site you have for

people to see! Yes she will be large but that is ok I already have a

Newfoundland that is 156 pounds and as far as I see it the bigger the better

....lol!!! Welcome to the group and very nice to meet you.

Gentle hugs, Debi

-- Re: Little behind in emails

hi Debi,

I'm one of the newbies, nice to meet you. As I don't have CP, my fiancee

does. I have a slew of other illnesses on my own. lol

WOW what a beautiful doggie you have there. I had never heard of that breed

so I looked it up with pics. WOW she will get rather large too. What a nice

dog. I saw them from the age of nursing all the way to adult. Here is the

site if anyone else cares to look http://www.dogbreedinfo.com/landseerphotos

htm

I'm glad your computer problems seem to be solved! I hate when my computer

is down.

Take care and I wish you a very Happy Thanksgiving!

~Tommie

Re: Pain and depression setting in....

Thanks Tommie,

No, I'm not of a mind to check out just yet, I'm stubborn that

way......lol. I'm feeling a bit better today, in my head at least.

Although the idea of sitting down with a bottle of old Jim Beam

yesterday did cross my mind. Venting here has been such a Godsend

for me. I'm able to let it out in a constructive way w/o feeling

like I'm dumping on my family. It's hard to express myself though,

by the time I want to write, I can't see straight from the pain.

I don't know what it's like to be a woman, that comes with it's own

brand of problems I wouldn't even try to claim I understand. I think

I have it easier being a man, at least that's what I tell myself,

lol.

I should give a little background since I don't write on here a

lot. After my shoulder replacement I did see a counselor to try and

cope. My career had come to a sudden halt, my health was fading, and

I was about to turn 40.... the cheese had definitely fallen off my

cracker. Ego deflated, pride smashed, and overall a not happy guy.

I took a nasty fall back in '90 on a job site (28 feet onto a

concrete floor) and even though I healed up back then, it has all

come back to haunt me these past several years. I was seeing my

counselor, and several specialists for health problems connected to

the fall. One doctor would put me on one medication, and another

doctor would try me on something else. I felt like a lab

experiment. I finally got sick of the rollercoster of meds. At one

point I was on 8 different meds. I felt like an old man with my

little day pillboxes. It was not helping me feel better about

Vince. Some of them made me sick, so I didn't want to eat, some

impacted my balance, so I was stumbling around the house. One of

them (nurontin) made me forget where I put everything from my glasses

to my shoes. I remember thinking, " oh great, now I'm in pain AND I

have a stomachache. So as crazy as it might sound, I decided to just

embrace the pain. At least that was constant and I knew what to

expect. I was raised Catholic, so in my mind this was just another

form of penance. So, I get up every morning, thank God for my family

and my life, and just try and deal. Every year it's gotten harder to

do. I guess in all honesty too, I was willing to embrace the pain

since at least it was my own pain, and I had some control over my

life again. I wasn't waiting to see a doctor, or waiting for

something to heal, or waiting to see what the latest pill was going

to do to me. I felt so out of control having to wait on the

unknown

I did see a doctor here about a year ago. I got the usual lecture

about the evils of pain med addiction and told to go swim with a big

rubber ball with the old duffers in Grand Forks. When I got done

laughing, I went home and tried to accept that this was never going

to change.

I'm facing knee replacement now and I wonder how much longer my

spine will continue to work. The surgeries to grind down the bone

spurs are a temporary fix at best. I joked with my wife when we did

our living will. When she has me cremated there will be a big pile

of real important looking stuff left over. Maybe she could take it

all to the salvage yard to offset the funeral cost...I think that's

funny...she didn't.

Anyway, thank you for the reply, thank you all.

[Guest guest]

WOWzers Debi,

156 LB doggie. Now that's a BIG puppy! LOL To me they never stop being babies.

Ok, how I have to look see what a Newfoundland puppy is.......oh they are

precious! What a lot of work though. I know I couldn't keep up with one, so I'd

never own one. They are beautiful. How much will your new puppy weigh full

grown? I'm sure it cost an arm and a leg to feed them too. Goodness! I have 3

dogs that, together, weigh more than your Newfoundland, but they don't require

the care yours does. Mine are a Boxer, Beagle and a black Lab. I love them all

dearly and couldn't live without them. The Lab is a mix and weighs 95 lbs,

Boxer, weighs 90 lbs and Beagle 35. And two of them sleep with me when Danny has

to work over night. lol They are all my buddies. Just don't have room for all of

them in a queen size bed or I'd have them all up there.

I hope you are well today and your pain is at bay.

Hugs,

~Tommie

Re: Pain and depression setting in....

Thanks Tommie,

No, I'm not of a mind to check out just yet, I'm stubborn that

way......lol. I'm feeling a bit better today, in my head at least.

Although the idea of sitting down with a bottle of old Jim Beam

yesterday did cross my mind. Venting here has been such a Godsend

for me. I'm able to let it out in a constructive way w/o feeling

like I'm dumping on my family. It's hard to express myself though,

by the time I want to write, I can't see straight from the pain.

I don't know what it's like to be a woman, that comes with it's own

brand of problems I wouldn't even try to claim I understand. I think

I have it easier being a man, at least that's what I tell myself,

lol.

I should give a little background since I don't write on here a

lot. After my shoulder replacement I did see a counselor to try and

cope. My career had come to a sudden halt, my health was fading, and

I was about to turn 40.... the cheese had definitely fallen off my

cracker. Ego deflated, pride smashed, and overall a not happy guy.

I took a nasty fall back in '90 on a job site (28 feet onto a

concrete floor) and even though I healed up back then, it has all

come back to haunt me these past several years. I was seeing my

counselor, and several specialists for health problems connected to

the fall. One doctor would put me on one medication, and another

doctor would try me on something else. I felt like a lab

experiment. I finally got sick of the rollercoster of meds. At one

point I was on 8 different meds. I felt like an old man with my

little day pillboxes. It was not helping me feel better about

Vince. Some of them made me sick, so I didn't want to eat, some

impacted my balance, so I was stumbling around the house. One of

them (nurontin) made me forget where I put everything from my glasses

to my shoes. I remember thinking, " oh great, now I'm in pain AND I

have a stomachache. So as crazy as it might sound, I decided to just

embrace the pain. At least that was constant and I knew what to

expect. I was raised Catholic, so in my mind this was just another

form of penance. So, I get up every morning, thank God for my family

and my life, and just try and deal. Every year it's gotten harder to

do. I guess in all honesty too, I was willing to embrace the pain

since at least it was my own pain, and I had some control over my

life again. I wasn't waiting to see a doctor, or waiting for

something to heal, or waiting to see what the latest pill was going

to do to me. I felt so out of control having to wait on the

unknown

I did see a doctor here about a year ago. I got the usual lecture

about the evils of pain med addiction and told to go swim with a big

rubber ball with the old duffers in Grand Forks. When I got done

laughing, I went home and tried to accept that this was never going

to change.

I'm facing knee replacement now and I wonder how much longer my

spine will continue to work. The surgeries to grind down the bone

spurs are a temporary fix at best. I joked with my wife when we did

our living will. When she has me cremated there will be a big pile

of real important looking stuff left over. Maybe she could take it

all to the salvage yard to offset the funeral cost...I think that's

funny...she didn't.

Anyway, thank you for the reply, thank you all.

[Guest guest]

Hi Tommie,

156 pounds is my Newfoundland's adult weight. The females usually don't get

more then 130 which is what my new one is...a female!!! As puppies they need

a lot to eat to keep them growing once they are full grown they don't eat

more then your black lab does! The keep up isn't too bad as I have 3 kids

and a hubby to help out when I am having a bad day! Taking care of my

animals is what keeps me going!

Gentle hugs, Debi

-- Re: Little behind in emails

WOWzers Debi,

156 LB doggie. Now that's a BIG puppy! LOL To me they never stop being

babies. Ok, how I have to look see what a Newfoundland puppy is.......oh

they are precious! What a lot of work though. I know I couldn't keep up with

one, so I'd never own one. They are beautiful. How much will your new puppy

weigh full grown? I'm sure it cost an arm and a leg to feed them too.

Goodness! I have 3 dogs that, together, weigh more than your Newfoundland,

but they don't require the care yours does. Mine are a Boxer, Beagle and a

black Lab. I love them all dearly and couldn't live without them. The Lab is

a mix and weighs 95 lbs, Boxer, weighs 90 lbs and Beagle 35. And two of them

sleep with me when Danny has to work over night. lol They are all my buddies

Just don't have room for all of them in a queen size bed or I'd have them

all up there.

I hope you are well today and your pain is at bay.

Hugs,

~Tommie

Re: Pain and depression setting in....

Thanks Tommie,

No, I'm not of a mind to check out just yet, I'm stubborn that

way......lol. I'm feeling a bit better today, in my head at least.

Although the idea of sitting down with a bottle of old Jim Beam

yesterday did cross my mind. Venting here has been such a Godsend

for me. I'm able to let it out in a constructive way w/o feeling

like I'm dumping on my family. It's hard to express myself though,

by the time I want to write, I can't see straight from the pain.

I don't know what it's like to be a woman, that comes with it's own

brand of problems I wouldn't even try to claim I understand. I think

I have it easier being a man, at least that's what I tell myself,

lol.

I should give a little background since I don't write on here a

lot. After my shoulder replacement I did see a counselor to try and

cope. My career had come to a sudden halt, my health was fading, and

I was about to turn 40.... the cheese had definitely fallen off my

cracker. Ego deflated, pride smashed, and overall a not happy guy.

I took a nasty fall back in '90 on a job site (28 feet onto a

concrete floor) and even though I healed up back then, it has all

come back to haunt me these past several years. I was seeing my

counselor, and several specialists for health problems connected to

the fall. One doctor would put me on one medication, and another

doctor would try me on something else. I felt like a lab

experiment. I finally got sick of the rollercoster of meds. At one

point I was on 8 different meds. I felt like an old man with my

little day pillboxes. It was not helping me feel better about

Vince. Some of them made me sick, so I didn't want to eat, some

impacted my balance, so I was stumbling around the house. One of

them (nurontin) made me forget where I put everything from my glasses

to my shoes. I remember thinking, " oh great, now I'm in pain AND I

have a stomachache. So as crazy as it might sound, I decided to just

embrace the pain. At least that was constant and I knew what to

expect. I was raised Catholic, so in my mind this was just another

form of penance. So, I get up every morning, thank God for my family

and my life, and just try and deal. Every year it's gotten harder to

do. I guess in all honesty too, I was willing to embrace the pain

since at least it was my own pain, and I had some control over my

life again. I wasn't waiting to see a doctor, or waiting for

something to heal, or waiting to see what the latest pill was going

to do to me. I felt so out of control having to wait on the

unknown

I did see a doctor here about a year ago. I got the usual lecture

about the evils of pain med addiction and told to go swim with a big

rubber ball with the old duffers in Grand Forks. When I got done

laughing, I went home and tried to accept that this was never going

to change.

I'm facing knee replacement now and I wonder how much longer my

spine will continue to work. The surgeries to grind down the bone

spurs are a temporary fix at best. I joked with my wife when we did

our living will. When she has me cremated there will be a big pile

of real important looking stuff left over. Maybe she could take it

all to the salvage yard to offset the funeral cost...I think that's

funny...she didn't.

Anyway, thank you for the reply, thank you all.

[Guest guest]

Debi,

I'm glad your family helps you out. That is great. It's hard to get these guys

to bathe our dogs on a regular basis. And they don't require grooming thank

goodness. My 15 yr old is pretty resentful of having to do anything around the

house. He and I butt heads all the time, I swear the boy hates me.

How old are your children? I wish mine were more willing to help Ah well,

maybe in the next lifetime. lol Although I hope not to be sick then! lol I have

a 20 yr old son too, he doesn't live at home.

Hugs,

~Tommie

Re: Pain and depression setting in....

Thanks Tommie,

No, I'm not of a mind to check out just yet, I'm stubborn that

way......lol. I'm feeling a bit better today, in my head at least.

Although the idea of sitting down with a bottle of old Jim Beam

yesterday did cross my mind. Venting here has been such a Godsend

for me. I'm able to let it out in a constructive way w/o feeling

like I'm dumping on my family. It's hard to express myself though,

by the time I want to write, I can't see straight from the pain.

I don't know what it's like to be a woman, that comes with it's own

brand of problems I wouldn't even try to claim I understand. I think

I have it easier being a man, at least that's what I tell myself,

lol.

I should give a little background since I don't write on here a

lot. After my shoulder replacement I did see a counselor to try and

cope. My career had come to a sudden halt, my health was fading, and

I was about to turn 40.... the cheese had definitely fallen off my

cracker. Ego deflated, pride smashed, and overall a not happy guy.

I took a nasty fall back in '90 on a job site (28 feet onto a

concrete floor) and even though I healed up back then, it has all

come back to haunt me these past several years. I was seeing my

counselor, and several specialists for health problems connected to

the fall. One doctor would put me on one medication, and another

doctor would try me on something else. I felt like a lab

experiment. I finally got sick of the rollercoster of meds. At one

point I was on 8 different meds. I felt like an old man with my

little day pillboxes. It was not helping me feel better about

Vince. Some of them made me sick, so I didn't want to eat, some

impacted my balance, so I was stumbling around the house. One of

them (nurontin) made me forget where I put everything from my glasses

to my shoes. I remember thinking, " oh great, now I'm in pain AND I

have a stomachache. So as crazy as it might sound, I decided to just

embrace the pain. At least that was constant and I knew what to

expect. I was raised Catholic, so in my mind this was just another

form of penance. So, I get up every morning, thank God for my family

and my life, and just try and deal. Every year it's gotten harder to

do. I guess in all honesty too, I was willing to embrace the pain

since at least it was my own pain, and I had some control over my

life again. I wasn't waiting to see a doctor, or waiting for

something to heal, or waiting to see what the latest pill was going

to do to me. I felt so out of control having to wait on the

unknown

I did see a doctor here about a year ago. I got the usual lecture

about the evils of pain med addiction and told to go swim with a big

rubber ball with the old duffers in Grand Forks. When I got done

laughing, I went home and tried to accept that this was never going

to change.

I'm facing knee replacement now and I wonder how much longer my

spine will continue to work. The surgeries to grind down the bone

spurs are a temporary fix at best. I joked with my wife when we did

our living will. When she has me cremated there will be a big pile

of real important looking stuff left over. Maybe she could take it

all to the salvage yard to offset the funeral cost...I think that's

funny...she didn't.

Anyway, thank you for the reply, thank you all.

[Guest guest]

Does anybody remember the email address listed on this site for free dental

care. I think the main office was out of Denver. Thank you.

Tommie wrote: Debi,

I'm glad your family helps you out. That is great. It's hard to get these guys

to bathe our dogs on a regular basis. And they don't require grooming thank

goodness. My 15 yr old is pretty resentful of having to do anything around the

house. He and I butt heads all the time, I swear the boy hates me.

How old are your children? I wish mine were more willing to help Ah well,

maybe in the next lifetime. lol Although I hope not to be sick then! lol I have

a 20 yr old son too, he doesn't live at home.

Hugs,

~Tommie

Re: Pain and depression setting in....

Thanks Tommie,

No, I'm not of a mind to check out just yet, I'm stubborn that

way......lol. I'm feeling a bit better today, in my head at least.

Although the idea of sitting down with a bottle of old Jim Beam

yesterday did cross my mind. Venting here has been such a Godsend

for me. I'm able to let it out in a constructive way w/o feeling

like I'm dumping on my family. It's hard to express myself though,

by the time I want to write, I can't see straight from the pain.

I don't know what it's like to be a woman, that comes with it's own

brand of problems I wouldn't even try to claim I understand. I think

I have it easier being a man, at least that's what I tell myself,

lol.

I should give a little background since I don't write on here a

lot. After my shoulder replacement I did see a counselor to try and

cope. My career had come to a sudden halt, my health was fading, and

I was about to turn 40.... the cheese had definitely fallen off my

cracker. Ego deflated, pride smashed, and overall a not happy guy.

I took a nasty fall back in '90 on a job site (28 feet onto a

concrete floor) and even though I healed up back then, it has all

come back to haunt me these past several years. I was seeing my

counselor, and several specialists for health problems connected to

the fall. One doctor would put me on one medication, and another

doctor would try me on something else. I felt like a lab

experiment. I finally got sick of the rollercoster of meds. At one

point I was on 8 different meds. I felt like an old man with my

little day pillboxes. It was not helping me feel better about

Vince. Some of them made me sick, so I didn't want to eat, some

impacted my balance, so I was stumbling around the house. One of

them (nurontin) made me forget where I put everything from my glasses

to my shoes. I remember thinking, " oh great, now I'm in pain AND I

have a stomachache. So as crazy as it might sound, I decided to just

embrace the pain. At least that was constant and I knew what to

expect. I was raised Catholic, so in my mind this was just another

form of penance. So, I get up every morning, thank God for my family

and my life, and just try and deal. Every year it's gotten harder to

do. I guess in all honesty too, I was willing to embrace the pain

since at least it was my own pain, and I had some control over my

life again. I wasn't waiting to see a doctor, or waiting for

something to heal, or waiting to see what the latest pill was going

to do to me. I felt so out of control having to wait on the

unknown

I did see a doctor here about a year ago. I got the usual lecture

about the evils of pain med addiction and told to go swim with a big

rubber ball with the old duffers in Grand Forks. When I got done

laughing, I went home and tried to accept that this was never going

to change.

I'm facing knee replacement now and I wonder how much longer my

spine will continue to work. The surgeries to grind down the bone

spurs are a temporary fix at best. I joked with my wife when we did

our living will. When she has me cremated there will be a big pile

of real important looking stuff left over. Maybe she could take it

all to the salvage yard to offset the funeral cost...I think that's

funny...she didn't.

Anyway, thank you for the reply, thank you all.

[Guest guest]

Hi Tommie,

I have a daughter Tristan who is going to be 16 on the 19th of December, a

son Trenton who is 14 and we butt heads big time, and a son Cody who is 11

soon to be 12 in Feb. They don't always help with everything but when it

comes to the animals they are happy to do it most of the time!!!! If you

ever want to chat on yahoo, msn, or AOL I would love to chit chat. Let me

know I have all 3...lol!

Gentle hugs, Debi

-- Re: Little behind in emails

Debi,

I'm glad your family helps you out. That is great. It's hard to get these

guys to bathe our dogs on a regular basis. And they don't require grooming

thank goodness. My 15 yr old is pretty resentful of having to do anything

around the house. He and I butt heads all the time, I swear the boy hates me

How old are your children? I wish mine were more willing to help Ah well,

maybe in the next lifetime. lol Although I hope not to be sick then! lol I

have a 20 yr old son too, he doesn't live at home.

Hugs,

~Tommie

Re: Pain and depression setting in....

Thanks Tommie,

No, I'm not of a mind to check out just yet, I'm stubborn that

way......lol. I'm feeling a bit better today, in my head at least.

Although the idea of sitting down with a bottle of old Jim Beam

yesterday did cross my mind. Venting here has been such a Godsend

for me. I'm able to let it out in a constructive way w/o feeling

like I'm dumping on my family. It's hard to express myself though,

by the time I want to write, I can't see straight from the pain.

I don't know what it's like to be a woman, that comes with it's own

brand of problems I wouldn't even try to claim I understand. I think

I have it easier being a man, at least that's what I tell myself,

lol.

I should give a little background since I don't write on here a

lot. After my shoulder replacement I did see a counselor to try and

cope. My career had come to a sudden halt, my health was fading, and

I was about to turn 40.... the cheese had definitely fallen off my

cracker. Ego deflated, pride smashed, and overall a not happy guy.

I took a nasty fall back in '90 on a job site (28 feet onto a

concrete floor) and even though I healed up back then, it has all

come back to haunt me these past several years. I was seeing my

counselor, and several specialists for health problems connected to

the fall. One doctor would put me on one medication, and another

doctor would try me on something else. I felt like a lab

experiment. I finally got sick of the rollercoster of meds. At one

point I was on 8 different meds. I felt like an old man with my

little day pillboxes. It was not helping me feel better about

Vince. Some of them made me sick, so I didn't want to eat, some

impacted my balance, so I was stumbling around the house. One of

them (nurontin) made me forget where I put everything from my glasses

to my shoes. I remember thinking, " oh great, now I'm in pain AND I

have a stomachache. So as crazy as it might sound, I decided to just

embrace the pain. At least that was constant and I knew what to

expect. I was raised Catholic, so in my mind this was just another

form of penance. So, I get up every morning, thank God for my family

and my life, and just try and deal. Every year it's gotten harder to

do. I guess in all honesty too, I was willing to embrace the pain

since at least it was my own pain, and I had some control over my

life again. I wasn't waiting to see a doctor, or waiting for

something to heal, or waiting to see what the latest pill was going

to do to me. I felt so out of control having to wait on the

unknown

I did see a doctor here about a year ago. I got the usual lecture

about the evils of pain med addiction and told to go swim with a big

rubber ball with the old duffers in Grand Forks. When I got done

laughing, I went home and tried to accept that this was never going

to change.

I'm facing knee replacement now and I wonder how much longer my

spine will continue to work. The surgeries to grind down the bone

spurs are a temporary fix at best. I joked with my wife when we did

our living will. When she has me cremated there will be a big pile

of real important looking stuff left over. Maybe she could take it

all to the salvage yard to offset the funeral cost...I think that's

funny...she didn't.

Anyway, thank you for the reply, thank you all.

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If you know a Dental school...that can help a lot..

http://www.toothwoman.net/er/index.html

http://www.dhfs.state.wi.us/guide/spec/freedental.htm

http://parents.berkeley.edu/recommend/medical/Dentists/lowcost.html

I had to use the HAWC clinic...still costly but 40%

off was a big help. My soldier son helped me but I

know a lot don't have that kind of help. In Reno

there are pro bono dentists that help really needy

folks.

I guess you can check with a social service office.

They usually have listings for their town/state.

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On the internet, no knows you're a cat.

~StrykerMom~

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wrote:

> Does anybody remember the email address listed on

> this site for free dental care. I think the main

> office was out of Denver. Thank you.

>

> Tommie wrote:

> Debi,

>

> I'm glad your family helps you out. That is great.

> It's hard to get these guys to bathe our dogs on a

> regular basis. And they don't require grooming thank

> goodness. My 15 yr old is pretty resentful of having

> to do anything around the house. He and I butt heads

> all the time, I swear the boy hates me.

> How old are your children? I wish mine were more

> willing to help Ah well, maybe in the next

> lifetime. lol Although I hope not to be sick then!

> lol I have a 20 yr old son too, he doesn't live at

> home.

> Hugs,

> ~Tommie

>

> Re: Re: Pain and depression

> setting in....

>

> Hi ,

>

> I wanted to share my story with you too. You'll see

> that a loss is a loss,

> it doesn't matter if it is man or woman. The

> difference, I think is, men are

> suppose to be the leader, the rock, the provider,

> and when the rug is taken

> from under their feet, they have a hard time living

> up to, for a lack of

> better words, the expectations of them. Not only

> their own expectations, but

> the family, church and whom ever else. Although I'm

> not a man, I can

> empathize with you. As I have a type A personality

> and in short, to be blunt

> and admit it upfront, was always the leader and kind

> of wore the " pants " in

> the home. Dominating one, maybe? This stems from a

> life long history of not

> ever having anyone I can depend on except me!

> Everyone else has always

> failed me in some way, shape or form.

>

> Anyway, I was climbing the ladder in the

> professional world, had just been

> promoted to Supervisor over Accounts Payable at a

> major food distribution

> company. At the age of 31 at the time, a 9th grade

> education, I had come a

> long with without an education, which was my intent.

> This position required

> an associates degree in accounting at least, which I

> didn't have, but I do

> have common sense and experience. lol

>

> Nothing in my life ever defeated me. I would always

> get back up and keep

> moving. Then to have my own body to defeat me? What

> a blow! In Feb. 1995, I

> came down with a severe strep throat infection.

> Within 12 hrs I had a shot

> of penicillin. Then within the next 18 hrs I was in

> the ER. The shot of

> course didn't faze this infection and it just

> progressively

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Hi Debi,

I love your children's names. Especially Tristian, what a pretty name! My oldest

son was born on Christmas morning, he'll be 20 this year, his name is Chris. My

youngest, , turned 15 on July 12 this year. I can't believe he will be

driving next year, that is so scary. use to be my " baby " . Big heart,

caring and compassionate. He lost that when he became a teenager, well at about

the age of 14. All those hormones kicked in and really changed him. Since then

we really haven't gotten along. He loved to spend time with me then, now, he

can't get far enough away from me or for long enough periods. He is usually in

his bedroom or the office. I can't hardly get him to watch a movie with me

anymore. He stays away from me so much, I sometimes don't have the chance to

tell him new happenings within the family. I hate that. This really hurts me

because we were once so very close. But the boy has to grow up and I guess he

can't do it under mom's wing! Our children grow up so fast.

Sure, I'd love to chat sometime. I don't have a screen name set up on AIM right

now but will make on. I haven't chatted in gosh, almost 2 yrs now. lol Or

actually, I already have Yahoo and a screen name, Seaofhope1. Go ahead and add

me, I'll sign on and see the request and add you to mine as well.

Hugs

~Tommie/Oklahoma

Re: Pain and depression setting in....

Thanks Tommie,

No, I'm not of a mind to check out just yet, I'm stubborn that

way......lol. I'm feeling a bit better today, in my head at least.

Although the idea of sitting down with a bottle of old Jim Beam

yesterday did cross my mind. Venting here has been such a Godsend

for me. I'm able to let it out in a constructive way w/o feeling

like I'm dumping on my family. It's hard to express myself though,

by the time I want to write, I can't see straight from the pain.

I don't know what it's like to be a woman, that comes with it's own

brand of problems I wouldn't even try to claim I understand. I think

I have it easier being a man, at least that's what I tell myself,

lol.

I should give a little background since I don't write on here a

lot. After my shoulder replacement I did see a counselor to try and

cope. My career had come to a sudden halt, my health was fading, and

I was about to turn 40.... the cheese had definitely fallen off my

cracker. Ego deflated, pride smashed, and overall a not happy guy.

I took a nasty fall back in '90 on a job site (28 feet onto a

concrete floor) and even though I healed up back then, it has all

come back to haunt me these past several years. I was seeing my

counselor, and several specialists for health problems connected to

the fall. One doctor would put me on one medication, and another

doctor would try me on something else. I felt like a lab

experiment. I finally got sick of the rollercoster of meds. At one

point I was on 8 different meds. I felt like an old man with my

little day pillboxes. It was not helping me feel better about

Vince. Some of them made me sick, so I didn't want to eat, some

impacted my balance, so I was stumbling around the house. One of

them (nurontin) made me forget where I put everything from my glasses

to my shoes. I remember thinking, " oh great, now I'm in pain AND I

have a stomachache. So as crazy as it might sound, I decided to just

embrace the pain. At least that was constant and I knew what to

expect. I was raised Catholic, so in my mind this was just another

form of penance. So, I get up every morning, thank God for my family

and my life, and just try and deal. Every year it's gotten harder to

do. I guess in all honesty too, I was willing to embrace the pain

since at least it was my own pain, and I had some control over my

life again. I wasn't waiting to see a doctor, or waiting for

something to heal, or waiting to see what the latest pill was going

to do to me. I felt so out of control having to wait on the

unknown

I did see a doctor here about a year ago. I got the usual lecture

about the evils of pain med addiction and told to go swim with a big

rubber ball with the old duffers in Grand Forks. When I got done

laughing, I went home and tried to accept that this was never going

to change.

I'm facing knee replacement now and I wonder how much longer my

spine will continue to work. The surgeries to grind down the bone

spurs are a temporary fix at best. I joked with my wife when we did

our living will. When she has me cremated there will be a big pile

of real important looking stuff left over. Maybe she could take it

all to the salvage yard to offset the funeral cost...I think that's

funny...she didn't.

Anyway, thank you for the reply, thank you all.