Incommunicado

     I don't know how much any of you know about living on Ontario's Disability Support Program but let me tell you, it blows. My husband had what most would consider a short fall down a flight of six steps on a back deck. Nothing big, right? Except that he goes and wrenches out his shoulder causing severe nerve damage and slams his head hard enough that he now has chronic migraines, and has for the last five years. The first two years we went from doctor to doctor trying to fix what was wrong, the next three we added going to lawyers and court to that mess.

     Two failed attempts to get on Disability and he was finally approved, although now we have to fight to get funding for a care taker to sit with him during the day when he gets dizzy spells. In the meantime I can't work, as he needs someone to be with him at all times. Our only income into the house is his Disability cheque which, let me tell you, does not go nearly far enough.

     Anyway, I was going somewhere with this, I swear. After our son's dental issues money was tighter than usual this month. We tried the local Salvation Army Foodbank and they were wonderful but it still just wasn't enough. There were absolutely no sales from my Etsy shop this month and so few good online surveys. There was just nothing. So I ended up taking my poor old laptop into the pawn shop...

     It's not something I would normally advise, mostly because it costs you just a little more than what you borrowed to get your things back, but I just didn't have a choice. But it meant no updates, no checking my shop, no chatting with Tumblr followers or getting any writing done. My fingers are crossed that I won't ever have to do this again.

     On lighter news...

This is Tink, one of our cats. She got out this morning and felt that sitting on top of a horse trailer was the absolute best use of her time.

Dental Day and All it Entails

     Today was the day. The day that my sons dreaded Wisdom teeth came out. There was crying, there was blood, then they told me to go sit down in the lounge so that they could get to work.
 
     I kid. Actually, everything went smoothly for him. It's me that had the issues today. I took my laptop so that I could get some writing done while I waited, only for the battery to fail and nowhere to plug in. I brought my phone to be able to call a cab to pick us up afterward, only for all my phone time to have mysteriously been used up (I know where it went but I refuse to admit it). I also brought my current cross stitch project, Happy Apostate listed in my shop, to work on, only to stab myself multiple times to the point of requiring a bandaid.

     Thankfully, we made it home by lunch and the boy is now resting comfortable in his bed, dreaming of the food he`s not allowed to eat for a couple of days.

Basically I'm Down to Begging Now

So my youngest son, Kevin, is in desperate need of emergency dental work. And because we live in Ontario and are on Disability, most of it is covered.

Most.

Two hundred dollars of it is not, unfortunately, and when you're on Disability, every penny counts. And that's on a regular month. Two hundred dollars just isn't feasible, but he's in agony and desperately needs his Wisdoms as well as one other tooth removed ASAP. That's where you guys come in.

I've started a GoFundMe campaign to help cover the cost of the dental work. I'm also begun begging on other social media for new commissions to help out. Lastly, I'm going to be putting out some new cross stitch patterns to maybe drum up new business.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY VIVI!

     This is Vivi, youngest girl of five kids (she's got two older sisters, an older brother and a younger brother) and as of today, she is nineteen years old. All of a sudden my baby girl can order a beer, get cigarettes, receive tax rebates. But my baby being my baby, she's not going to do any of that (okay, she'll get the tax rebate. She's not stupid, just a teenager). Nope, my Vivi will eat cake with her very young cousins then go out to the movies with a couple of friends, only to go home early, go to bed and get back to normal the next morning.

     Vivi has been my knitting model for years, my giggle factory, My rock. She's lifted me up on high and broken my heart into little pieces. I love her to death and I hope that she has the absolute best day.

LOVE YOU BABY!!!