It’s Been a Year
It has apparently been one year since Dad had his stroke and the hospital staff strongly recommended putting him in a long-term care facility due to his worsening dementia. Which we did. In some ways, I’m used to Dad not being around. In other ways, I keep looking for him in his chair or expecting him to walk in my door and tell me to turn my computer music down. It really hurts not having him here, but I know we did the right thing. We did all we could to take care of him for as long as we could. Dad’s side of the family is still mad at us for it though. They have yet to invite us to Thanksgiving like they have every previous year. I wouldn’t accept anyway. No way I’m going to where I’m not wanted. I’m not yet sure what Mom and I will do for Thanksgiving. We’ll either go to her brother’s house or just have our own little Thanksgiving. I miss Dad greatly, but I know he is where he needs to be.
Ok, I’ve just been informed that they did invite us to Thanksgiving. I’m still not going. Mom will be although she’s on her very last thread, so they had better not pull any shit or look at her the wrong way or she’s liable to explode at them. Actually, that might be worth going to see. Nah, I’m staying home because I am also having a few health problems.
Back on Sunday November 9th, I started having a toothache. The next day, Monday, I noticed my cheek on the side where the toothache was located, had become swollen. It didn’t stop swelling even to the point that it had swollen around my eye so bad that I couldn’t see out of my right eye. The entire right side of my face was horrible swollen. Mom and I ended up making three trips to the ER that week. I went on one dose of IV antibiotics plus two pill-form antibiotics, an anti-inflammatory medication, and some pain relievers. The swelling finally started to go down late Wednesday and then went away completely by the following Saturday. I still have a bit of a toothache but I’m waiting to get into the dentist to have that taken care of eventually. I hate going to the dentist. It’s almost to the point of a phobia but not quite.
In my last post or two, I spoke of how I have been suffering from an episode of depression. Well, my psych team prescribed a new medication for me to replace one of my old medications. (My Trintellix was replaced by Cymbalta). I’ve been on the new medication for about three or so weeks now. I think it is working! I’m feeling much better than I have been the last few months. I’ve still got the usual “winter blues” that I always get at this time of year, but I’m no longer seriously depressed. So, yay!
I was looking through some papers earlier and found out that our very first chihuahua, Chi-Chi, died in November of 2015. I can hardly believe she’s been gone that long. Also, Pixie turned 10 years old in October. Abbey Rose will be 3 years old in December. As Lennon said, we’re all living on borrowed time. Oh, and I will be 41 in February. Un-fucking-believable.
Oh, one last thing. Next year will be the 20th year anniversary of when I founded Dream 9 Studios which later morphed into the current Dream 9 Art. I can hardly believe it myself! Twenty years… and that’s just when I started being a pro-artist. I actually started creating 3D art in 2003 and before that I started creating digital art and websites in 1999. Everything is getting old, including me! Anyway, for this occasion, I created a brand-new Dream 9 Art website with a completely new look and logo. I haven’t launched the new site yet; I’ll be doing that once it is completely finished sometime next month.
And finally, that’s all for now. I’m going to work on some new artworks now.
