Okay, it’s been a while since I posted but I thought I’d give a couple of updates as to what’s going on in my life so you, dear readers, don’t think I’ve dropped off the face of the earth.
First, in August one of my teeth broke apart and I had to schedule an appointment with the dentist. It’s not salvageable, so I’ve begun the process of getting a dental implant. My Medicaid provider doesn’t cover it, so I’ll have to pay for it out of pocket, but my job may reimburse me under its medical plan. In the meantime, I’ve gotten my other cavities filled, all covered by Medicaid, so thank God for that. I have an appointment later this month to start the implant process. This past Sunday the tooth broke up even more leaving a stump behind along with a disconcerting feeling—not pain; the nerve endings and blood vessels are pretty much dead. No, something else I can’t describe in words because I have no context in which to put it. But I refuse to go to my grave missing teeth, dammit. It’s not happening.
The owner of the house in which I’m renting a room is selling the property and I have to be out by the end of the month. I was told this would happen when I first moved in, so it’s not a surprise. But rents even on rooms have gone up and it’s tough trying to find anything within my affordability. But I have to find something, because if I end up at the homeless shelter I’ll never be able to get out of it. No one will hire me for a job that pays worth a damn if I’m homeless. So the search continues.
My Americorps assignment is going well. I’m putting together a database of resources for prisoners re-entering society, helping with the accreditation process to ensure the host organization is maintaining what it needs to do to secure accreditation, and going over grant applications to make sure they pass muster. Fulfilling work, all in all, even though the pay is shit (Americorps’s stipend doesn’t really cover the basics). I’m going to see if the organization will hire me for a permanent position once my term of service is up. A lot of the staff here are former VISTAs, so the chances are good that if I do my job well enough, they may keep me.
Aside from those,there’s not much else to report. Yesterday after work my fellow VISTAs and I were invited to take a tour of the minimum security prison where our program participants reside. The compound has a puppy program that allows prisoners to interact with puppies and young dogs as part of their therapeutic process. I got to hold one very beautiful pup, and it made me miss having a dog. If only I could afford to care for one…
Oh well. Maybe someday. That’s about it for now. Thanks for reading!