Worked on the insurance paperwork and pictures last night. I also heard back from the restoration company that we'd fired that they do have more pictures and will be sending them out in today's mail. That will make things much easier for me, since I'm sure I didn't get pictures of everything that was ruined. If all goes as planned, I'll have the paperwork and pictures ready for the insurance adjuster by Monday. It will be such a relief to have it done!
Went to the dentist today. I'm a bit disappointed. The teeth I broke were not teeth with temporary crowns. They were real teeth. So I've got to get two crowns. :::sigh::: My teeth have never been in great shape, no matter how much I brush them or floss. Adding steroids to the mix as an adult has just made them worse. I can't get in until the end of March for my teeth to be fixed. In the meantime, the dentist ground the sharp edges off the one tooth, so hopefully my sore tongue will heal soon. =P
The hygienist was very sweet today. She talked a lot, but I like that. I'd rather someone talk to me when they're working on my mouth. I don't really like going to the dentist. At all. So her talking kept my mind off what was going on. It helped me relax. In the course of talking, she said that she did something really r***ded. I hate the *R* word with a passion, but I also feel that many people use it when they're not thinking. I could tell this was the case with her.
When she was done cleaning my teeth, I asked, if I could talk to her for a minute and ask her a favor. She didn't hesitate. I gently asked her, if she could please try to remember not to use that word, because it's very painful for people who have children/loved ones who are mentally delayed. I think she appreciated the fact that I didn't yell at her or call her names like I've seen some do, but I was taught that you can catch more flies with honey than vinegar. She said that she didn't even realize she'd said it, and that at her house, 'stupid' is an off-limits word. That she hates it, and she doesn't allow her children to use it. She said she'll be mindful in the future and try not to use it. I believed her.
The girls were finally well enough to go back to school today. They were thrilled. They both had good days at school, and that always makes a mom feel better. The house seemed quiet, but that's better for paperwork anyway.
I need to go get some more done on the pictures and insurance paperwork. I'll probably throw some laundry in, too.
It feels good to be making headway again.
Compulsive hoarding is a mental disorder that is just beginning to be understood. As a hoarder, I have acquired things over the years with a specific purpose in mind at the time of the acquisition, used some of those items for their intended purposes, forgotten the goal for different objects, but now that I find that they have outlived their purpose in my life I am struggling to rid myself of those same things.
You can read the start of my journey here.