After months and months of back and forth, and endless submissions of requests for approval to our insurance company (which was completely unnecessary- it is covered by Q.’s benefits, so I don’t know why it was so difficult), I finally got the authorization for a night guard.
The night guard that I need because I now clench my jaw so badly that it’s sore most of the time.
I’ve bottled so much tension up inside I need help to keep from causing long-term physical damage to myself.
The aftershocks of infertility just keep reverberating.
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