Hello!
So, yesterday (6/29) I went to the dentist. Now, this isn't a normal dentist. I was kicked off my mom's insurance when I turn 19 (which was back in May) and have been uninsured ever since. So the dentist I went to was at a free clinic (which was held in Badger High School).
I got up at 5am and left as soon as my mom's boyfriend was ready. We got there around 5:30am and stood in line for a good 2 hours. Once we finally got to the point of filling out paperwork and given a number (I was 509!), I got my teeth checked to see what needed to be done. All that dentist told me was that I needed to get them cleaned and that I should be lucky, because my teeth have nothing wrong with them.
After that, I was led down a hall and put into another group. I sat there for about 45 minutes, but all I could think about was how the gymnasium looked like a scene from a pandemic movie. It was crazy!
Finally, after about 3 hours of waiting my number (119) was called. I went over to the available dentist and all I could think was FINALLY, so she went about and did her thing. At the end of it, she put this flouride 'varnish' on my teeth, which I have never had in my mouth before, and I despise it. It kind of tastes like melons, but feels like dried out chapstick in your mouth. THEN she told me the worst news of all "please refrain from eating anything for at least an hour, and if you have to drink something, drink something cold." And I just...I didn't even know what to do.
By the time I got out to my car which was all the way on the other side of the building, it was 10am and I hadn't eaten anything yet that day. I was starving.
But yeah, that was pretty much my day yesterday. That and after whatever I did that afternoon/night, I passed out at 6pm and didn't wake up until 530am, which brings me to today!
My mom, her boyfriend, my sister, her boyfriend, and I all went to Milwaukee to visit the Harley Davidson museum. We got there around 9:30am and only spent like, an hour inside. There wasn't a whole lot to it, but it was pretty cool. My mom did get mad at me though, because I wouldn't get on a motorcycle (which is all explained HERE).
After that, we went to the Milwaukee Public Market, which was DELICIOUS. But that's kind of it. A lot happened, but at the same time, not much happened.
Now I'm off to right the explanation on motorcycles! (I'll link it to this post)
BYE!
~Summer xx
Sunday, June 30, 2013
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
So, it finally happened.
There is a huge part of me that I have not told about 98% of the people that I talk to/consider to be my friends and I'm about to tell all of you, so I would really appreciate no judgement.
In the eighth grade, I started cutting. After I had told my first boyfriend my sophomore year of high school, I promised him I would stop, and then we broke up and I couldn't help it.
I still do it, but it's not nearly as often, and most of the scars have faded away, but there are still some fairly visible ones. I usually tend to take it out on my right thigh and left wrist (I'm right-handed)
Now, besides my then boyfriend (who is now a friend), I have told about...7 people. A, D, G, S, L, O, and someone that I'm forgetting. O had told her family who reported it to the office at school, I couldn't trust her anymore. S said I did it for the attention, and I didn't feel comfortable around her anymore. A was very surprised, but didn't say much to me. D, L, and G seemed to care, but have never really said much about it to me. And then there's my friend, H. I have never told her, but she saw the scars and did the one thing that I have always wanted one of my friends to do: she said "what's that, on your leg?" She was pointing at the scars.
I had always wanted a friend of mine to ask me about it or say something, and she did it. But I froze. I didn't know what to say, because I wasn't expecting her to see them or even say anything. So I said the first thing that came to my mind and said "Oh, it's nothing. Don't worry about it." And she dropped it. Didn't say another word.
What she doesn't know, is that that meant the world to me. That someone I have never even told had noticed and said something to me. I have only known her for around 2 years, and she seemed to care the most.
Now I don't know if my other friends are just scared to ask, or just don't want to know. But I don't even know how to talk to them about it.
There's so much more to it than they could ever even imagine, and I want them to ask me about it, but I have no idea what to say. Or even what I would say if they did bring it up.
You guys don't have to be worried. I won't do anything too stupid. But if you want to talk to me or have any questions, feel free to comment or email.
~ Summer xx
In the eighth grade, I started cutting. After I had told my first boyfriend my sophomore year of high school, I promised him I would stop, and then we broke up and I couldn't help it.
I still do it, but it's not nearly as often, and most of the scars have faded away, but there are still some fairly visible ones. I usually tend to take it out on my right thigh and left wrist (I'm right-handed)
Now, besides my then boyfriend (who is now a friend), I have told about...7 people. A, D, G, S, L, O, and someone that I'm forgetting. O had told her family who reported it to the office at school, I couldn't trust her anymore. S said I did it for the attention, and I didn't feel comfortable around her anymore. A was very surprised, but didn't say much to me. D, L, and G seemed to care, but have never really said much about it to me. And then there's my friend, H. I have never told her, but she saw the scars and did the one thing that I have always wanted one of my friends to do: she said "what's that, on your leg?" She was pointing at the scars.
I had always wanted a friend of mine to ask me about it or say something, and she did it. But I froze. I didn't know what to say, because I wasn't expecting her to see them or even say anything. So I said the first thing that came to my mind and said "Oh, it's nothing. Don't worry about it." And she dropped it. Didn't say another word.
What she doesn't know, is that that meant the world to me. That someone I have never even told had noticed and said something to me. I have only known her for around 2 years, and she seemed to care the most.
Now I don't know if my other friends are just scared to ask, or just don't want to know. But I don't even know how to talk to them about it.
There's so much more to it than they could ever even imagine, and I want them to ask me about it, but I have no idea what to say. Or even what I would say if they did bring it up.
You guys don't have to be worried. I won't do anything too stupid. But if you want to talk to me or have any questions, feel free to comment or email.
~ Summer xx
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