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Took 3 years to get medicaid for us, and now that we have it, I keep thinking ‘what the hell’. I’m anemic with a vitD deficiency. Steve’s got high blood pressure and high cholesterol, hypothyroid, and enlarged prostate. Both of us have abnormal gloucose readings. It will be another week befor we get the official results from the doctor. G is fine except we need $2,000 for two root canals for his front teeth – which medicaid will pull, not fix. His front teeth!!! You’d think they would help with this. We are scheduled for colonoscopys, she said she’d refer me for a mamogram and sonogram of the breast lump. No word on the papsmear AND yesterday’s mail had a referal for physciatric eval for anxiety which I never mentioned. I have an otc temporary plug in my tooth that needs a root canal, also a front tooth they will fill but not help fix. I guess I am a bit down.

Friday we got the foreclosure papers again. Nothing has changed except there’s no one to help except Steve’s brother – that’s not reassuring to me since they love him and not the rest of us. Steve’s a suffer in silence till the last moment possible kinda guy and I swear if he kills himself I will haunt his ass forever and ever and ever.

I’m just tired of the yoyo shit.

Vanessa will be here the first week in May and I’ll get to see Haskell. I want to put my hands on that baby so bad… and I want to see Isaac more than anyone can know.

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About Morning Knits

I believe in and practice positive living. I love YARN, cooking, music, bird watching, herbs, and gardening. I am passionate about YHWH the Elohim of all the earth. I believe it's our responsibility to tend that earth. I basically do my thing in a quiet, amused way. I believe in laughter, and the power of combined prayer. I am a true homebody. I have 6 kids, all home-born and successfully breastfed. They are all grown. I'm the oldest of 9, daughter of a missionary mother who lives in Kenya, and I have a spoiled service dog and 2 rescued cats. Right now, there is balance after yrs of unemployment. My disability was approved due to degenerative discs, fibromyalgia, and obesity. That last is hard to say. I believe we owe it to ourselves to protect our mental health. It's precious and the one thing we can control. I would rather not do my own housework and I talk too much. I bought a house in North Carolina which I ended up leaving for my husband to sell. I'm a two-time caregiver. My husband and I are separated due to stroke complications and personality difficulties. I am in Texas now. The one place on earth I said I'd never go unless Yah moved me there and HERE I AM! G and I are sharing a small apartment and so far, things are going well.
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