Toothache and legal woes

And, yes, I know she has three hands. 🦷

This is yet another post about me not feeling well. I still think that the primary problem is that one tooth. It has really been hurting these last few days. Especially yesterday. Today it feels a bit better. But I am very tired.

Both Monday and Tuesday were rather swallowed up by prep for going to court Tuesday afternoon. I spent the morning figuring out which emails, etc., we needed to print up and take to the court. Not that we actually needed any once we got there.

Court went about as expected. I think we actually had our side heard (not that I was allowed to speak). The judge seemed to be pressing our opponent to either drop the matter or go for a lesser time for the ex parte. But she had to go for the full cycle. I hope it gives her peace. But I doubt it. If she was living in fear, as she claimed, it was her choice, nothing that we did. And this would have been over in September, if she had just been willing to talk to us, instead of pretending we didn’t exist.

And of course it was infuriating to me when I was told that every time we said that she had shut the door in my face we actually meant that I had been excluded form the meeting. Um, no. I had little problem with being excluded from the meeting. But she should have turned around and told me that, instead of shutting the door in my face. (And we’ll ignore the fact that she unilaterally decided to exclude me from the meeting, when the pastor thought I was going to be there.)

But as I told my husband when we first got the summons, I have no idea why she’s putting herself through this. If she wins, she gains nothing, and if she loses, she loses nothing. She already had what she claimed she wanted.

Anyway, enough griping.

But Tuesdays are usually the day when I prepare the next section of my Tolly & Glorina story to come out on Wednesdays. So, that didn’t happen. Wednesdays are usually busy, and yesterday was busier than usual, so it didn’t happen. And by the time we got home, my toothache was so strong it basically knocked me out.

I might put up more of T&G today, or just forget about it until next week. The jury is still out.

And if the dental group hasn’t called to reschedule by tomorrow morning, I’ll have to call them. I don’t know if this will resound with anyone else, but making phone calls is almost as bad as toothache.