It Continues…

So, I was forgetting about some recent, banal, nearly fatal damage that led to the Lamictal overdose in 2016. I reasoned that it was about the horrific GI issues, I wasn’t really sure what it was about when I swallowed those pills. Other than paranoia in my new trailer park home.

Now I am reminded of the string under my tongue being cut at the dentists office. The x-ray tech did it with an x-ray plate she slipped under my tongue. It was quite painful. Then, the dentist said I was bleeding. At home, I started tripping over things and then couldn’t sit up. I kept having to lay down. And when I dropped something I didnt pick it up. The worst was when I saw myself on a video and my head was snaking back and forth. I looked disgusting! After a long long time that stopped. I think. But, I started biting my lips all the time and recently my teeth have been falling out.

I dont smile any more and try not to open my mouth too much when I am talking with somebody. I have been afraid to seek help from a dentist.

As if it wasn’t enough already!

in the end, however I am okay to be God’s “fragile container”–with light pouring through all the cracks in my mortal frame…

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