Falling Apart

Another week has come and gone and I'm feeling a little bit more like myself.  I was warned that even though we knew Dad was terminally ill, until he actually passed, that was when the grieving starts. It's hard to get upset about him leaving because he was suffering, which we didn't want to happen. So he's starting his final act on the other side waiting for all of us to join him. The four of us got together the other day to talk about moving forward. It's nice to have an attorney and an insurance specialist on our side. Mell and I would be totally lost trying to deal with all the paper work that needs to be done surrounding his death. Mom and Dad have been good to get their estate in order and all we need to know is that it's divided between the four of us. Nice to know I wasn't written out of the will, they love me as much as my siblings, Whew! I have felt lately like I'm falling apart. I went to the doctor last month, spent a fortune trying to regulate my hormones and that seems to be causing some unwanted side affects. Then when I went in to get my prescription renewed I was warned that I'm getting close to diabetes, which I definitely don't want. It couldn't been the chocolate and carbs that I crave could it? Anyway, I just got home from the chiropractor and I'm in really bad shape. My right arm has been going numb and tingly and it's either arthritis or a pinched nerve in my neck. This almost sixty-two year old body has taken a few licks and now I'm paying the price. Next week I have two dentist appointments, one with the oral surgeon and the other an exam and cleaning. Then she will tell me how much my tooth is going to cost to hook on to my implant. It never seems to end and Rich has a front tooth that he has needed to fix for a few years now. It finally broke off so now he will be forced to take a few hours off from work to get it fixed, unless he just wants to look like a redneck.