After a whole week of Mon, wen, fri arobic workout with Angel, Aka Marc, and a successive week of Sparing with the same, we missed 2 of our 3 last week. I managed to get a minor rutine with the dog on fri, but not as much as my regimnt calls for...
In other news... two fridays ago, our last sparing match, I took a fist to the side of the mouth. The side with my last remaining baby tooth. For those who don't know, my top canines didn't come out properly. The new canines came in before either baby tooth would come out. They both stubbernly hung on for years after. The resultant look of "fangs" behind my front teeth insued.
A few years ago the one on the right came out.
However the one on the left, my left , has hung in there until that day two weeks ago. The following week on the night of all Hallows eve I was on my way to Angles house for much gaming and trick or treators, and discovered I was at risk of bleeding over my new $60 shirt...
Speeding more then I usually do, I arrived at his house in just enough time. A few moments in the bathroom brought much stringy blood, and a bit of bone, out of my mouth. I now have a wisssstle, any time I try to ssssay SSSSSSth.
The canine on the right, has had time to shift, mostly, in to it's proper place. In turn it has mostly filled what would otherwise be a gap. The left, however, is so far ingrown that it sit's behind my left incisor. The void where it should be makes for a great wistle, unless I'm trying to wistle. In wich case my loud wistle seems to be broken. *sigh*
Braces o braces, where for art though Braces?
6 long years art though...
Although braces are a long way off, proper regular dental care is mear months away. Although I will be unable to get braces until later, I can get regular cleanings and other such things until then. :) happy day.
In yet other news,
My depression has greatly deminished over the last several months. I have the occasional morning where I am prone to a far more empty bed then I'm comfortable with. However, over all I've been happier.
Every now and then, I have a would-be anxiety attack about my emminent life in the Air Force.
During wich I smack my head in to a wall exclaiming:
"what the hell was I thinking"
The moment passes and after a few hours the stress unwinds.
I've got a lot looking up, and it's at a high price. Hope holds me together.
I am giving up women to get this. However, I am also breaking free from depression; to wich I have allowed myself to be a captive of for far too long. I am also giving up a great freedom for a space of time. I will be trading certian freedoms, and that which is most precious to me, for a space of time; in exchange for the help I've longed so much for. The help to get a better life. My hope is to have that which is most precious in my life, and not drive it away with my own foolishness. Much help will I be afforded, and it will be to me to make the most of it.
It is a great cost; but far less then the cost of remaining a captive of myself.