So, my bastard wisdom teeth that have sabotaged my body for some time now, are finally gone. The drugs have not worn off yet, which is the only reason I'm capable of writing. I'm pretty sure I'm going to feel like hell later on tonight. You know, just in time for not being able to sleep. Who knows, maybe MJ will have one of her sleepless nights and I can talk her ear off (or, mumble it off).
So, here's the best part. I was anxiously awaiting my appointment, and G was getting ready. To go to work. I asked him why he was dressing in khakis and dressy shoes, knowing full well what was up. I said, Do I have to drive myself to the dentist? You know, because one is not supposed to drive after taking Valium. The instructions explicitly said, you must have someone drive you, stay with you, and take you home. He said, Am I supposed to be staying home today? Hmph. At once, I expected it, and was astonished. I made the appointment, what, a month or more ago? I told him I would need a ride, and that the dentist recommended I have help with the kids for a WEEK. In fact, today they told me to lift no more than 5lbs for 7-10 days. Now, I didn't expect him to stay home for a week, just a day or two. G, in all his dental expertise, told me I only needed one day (the day of). He told me he figured I'd made other arrangements, you know, that my mom or someone would take me. I guess he figured they'd be taking care of the kids, too. It blows me away that after supporting someone for ten years, after "holding his hand" through all of his trials, when I need something, I'm just someone else's problem (or my own prolbem). Mind you, he did stay home--what else could he do? It's a little late to stray off course, an hour before the appointment. I could have called a cab. Probably should have. He has also informed me that he will be going to work as planned tomorrow. Nevermind that I will be taking oxycodone and motrin, a steroid, and an antibiotic. Nevermind that kids will need to be lifted, changed, bathed, fed, etc. So, I sit here spitting blood, and my feelings are hurt. He's going to feel it's a betrayal that I wrote this, if he ever does read it...but oh well. It's therapeutic to document my life. I understand that he has things to do. He has deadlines, he has appointments. But people-family-are the only thing in this world that truly matter. We used to be on the same page about that, or at least I thought.
At any rate, I do have an excellent dentist. He did a great job, and he was fast, gentle, efficient, and comforting. I'd recommend him to anyone. I will admit that I was a wuss about it, but I tried to be brave. He assured me that I would be fine, and I am. Now I just have the hard part...the healing, while having to run a house and take care of three kids. Please God, no dry socket. Work is going to give me hell if I call out after my sick leave, but right now, I really don't care. The best part about this whole thing is, I never have to do this again. Thank you Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, and all the Saints. And thanks to my mom and my sister (my blood sister, and those who are not related), because they always pull for me. No nachos for me for a while, but with any luck, I'll be relatively normal in a couple of days. Good times, good times.
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Thursday, September 20, 2007
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Fall Is Upon Us
Seems as though fall came, night before last. It reminds me of that John Mayer song, "When autumn comes, it doesn't ask...it just walks in where it left last And you never know when it starts, until there's fog inside the glass around your summer heart". So, that's kinda what happened...there's fog around my summer heart. It's kind of crisp and inviting, but still sad. I love fall...it's what comes after that I hate.
I took another meal to a family that I met at church--the one with twins. The twins are here, and both are home now. The one little boy had to stay in the NICU until Wednesday. That was longer than I thought he'd have to stay. It must be quite surreal to go from a family of four to a family of six just like that. It must be overwhelming to have two new little souls in the house. I was saddened to learn that her husband has just received orders for Texas, so they will likely be leaving the area before Christmas. It sucks when you befriend someone new, and they leave before you really get a chance to know them. Anyway, her babies are so cute, and I had to avert my eyes, as Megan told me. You know, to keep the baby fever at bay.
Yesterday, we went to Hershey Park with all the kiddies. It was fun, but tiring, and went quite quickly. I never got to ride anything for myself, although I'm not really supposed to, either. I have two titanium rods that I would kind of like to keep implanted in my spine. Coming loose would be a bad thing (I know, I've done that once already). I long to get on a good rollercoaster, and there was one that looked quite enticing. My daughter is a dare devil, and will get on any ride she is tall enough for. Poor kid, she might not get to ride the "big" roller coasters until she's in her late teens. All of my children are vertically challenged, you see.
Today was a couch day. I slept late, let the boys sleep late, and just kinda laid around for most of the day. I feel like crap, and I'm hoping that most of this cold will be over with by Thursday, when I have my teeth out. It's going to really suck if I can't breathe through my nose during that procedure. My gag reflex being hyper-active as it is, I can't imagine not being able to breathe through my nose.
I don't know how this is all going to play out. I don't know how I'm going to take care of three kids while enduring the pain and mess that comes along with the procedure. On the other hand, what choice do I have? I have already warned them that they will have to be on their best behavior. I see lots of videos in our future. Gotta love the instant babysitter.
Happy Monday to you all.
I took another meal to a family that I met at church--the one with twins. The twins are here, and both are home now. The one little boy had to stay in the NICU until Wednesday. That was longer than I thought he'd have to stay. It must be quite surreal to go from a family of four to a family of six just like that. It must be overwhelming to have two new little souls in the house. I was saddened to learn that her husband has just received orders for Texas, so they will likely be leaving the area before Christmas. It sucks when you befriend someone new, and they leave before you really get a chance to know them. Anyway, her babies are so cute, and I had to avert my eyes, as Megan told me. You know, to keep the baby fever at bay.
Yesterday, we went to Hershey Park with all the kiddies. It was fun, but tiring, and went quite quickly. I never got to ride anything for myself, although I'm not really supposed to, either. I have two titanium rods that I would kind of like to keep implanted in my spine. Coming loose would be a bad thing (I know, I've done that once already). I long to get on a good rollercoaster, and there was one that looked quite enticing. My daughter is a dare devil, and will get on any ride she is tall enough for. Poor kid, she might not get to ride the "big" roller coasters until she's in her late teens. All of my children are vertically challenged, you see.
Today was a couch day. I slept late, let the boys sleep late, and just kinda laid around for most of the day. I feel like crap, and I'm hoping that most of this cold will be over with by Thursday, when I have my teeth out. It's going to really suck if I can't breathe through my nose during that procedure. My gag reflex being hyper-active as it is, I can't imagine not being able to breathe through my nose.
I don't know how this is all going to play out. I don't know how I'm going to take care of three kids while enduring the pain and mess that comes along with the procedure. On the other hand, what choice do I have? I have already warned them that they will have to be on their best behavior. I see lots of videos in our future. Gotta love the instant babysitter.
Happy Monday to you all.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Archives-Melissa's Luck is Rubbing Off On Me 8/10/2007
August 10, 2007
First the whole wisdom tooth thing, this week. I'm still not over it...it still hurts like hell and ibuprofen is my only friend right now. Not to mention that I've been dwelling on having them removed, which will have to occur within the next month or so. I have already expressed that if I could trade this for another surgery, I would...but I need to just suck it up and get over it. At least I will only have to go through it once, and then I won't have to worry about the little bastards anymore.
So, I was just thinking, man, it's hot in my kitchen, which doesn't make sense because the only thing going is the crock pot, and that doesn't put off much heat. A few minutes later, I picked up the baby to change him, and he was all sweaty. So on my way to the changing table, I glanced at the thermostat. 78 degrees. Hmm, that's funny, it's set on 75. Maybe even 74. I felt the vent, which was barely putting out any air at all, and it was barely cool. I called G at work, who instructed me how to take apart the A/C unit to see if it was frozen and whether the filter needs to be changed. It was, and it does. SIGH. Since I am not willing to turn on the heater, and can't possibly stand in the basement holding a hair dryer to it for an hour, what with all these kids running amok, I'm forced to let it melt on its own...and suffer in the process. And G couldn't understand why I was irritated that he removed the light (just a drop light) from the utility side of the basement, thereby enabling me to see NOTHING. I had to use one of those stupid flashlights that you shake...ever seen one of those? They put out maybe one candle's worth of light after you shake it for 40 minutes. Ok, so I'm exaggerating, but I have learned two things today...I should probably put "change the filter" on my calendar, the first day of each month. And I should probably also go BACK to the Target and pick up a big box fan and a decent flashlight. This is a good excuse for me to go shopping, right?
I was JUST thinking how grateful I am to have air conditioning. At least we have ceiling fans in most rooms downstairs. At least it's not a 100 degree day today, only 91. At least the entire unit's not broken, forcing me to spend thousands. And at least I get to go to work tonight. I already called my mom and told her she'll probably want to take the kids to her house tonight. Ah, modern conveniences. It's so hard to imagine life without them, isn't it?
First the whole wisdom tooth thing, this week. I'm still not over it...it still hurts like hell and ibuprofen is my only friend right now. Not to mention that I've been dwelling on having them removed, which will have to occur within the next month or so. I have already expressed that if I could trade this for another surgery, I would...but I need to just suck it up and get over it. At least I will only have to go through it once, and then I won't have to worry about the little bastards anymore.
So, I was just thinking, man, it's hot in my kitchen, which doesn't make sense because the only thing going is the crock pot, and that doesn't put off much heat. A few minutes later, I picked up the baby to change him, and he was all sweaty. So on my way to the changing table, I glanced at the thermostat. 78 degrees. Hmm, that's funny, it's set on 75. Maybe even 74. I felt the vent, which was barely putting out any air at all, and it was barely cool. I called G at work, who instructed me how to take apart the A/C unit to see if it was frozen and whether the filter needs to be changed. It was, and it does. SIGH. Since I am not willing to turn on the heater, and can't possibly stand in the basement holding a hair dryer to it for an hour, what with all these kids running amok, I'm forced to let it melt on its own...and suffer in the process. And G couldn't understand why I was irritated that he removed the light (just a drop light) from the utility side of the basement, thereby enabling me to see NOTHING. I had to use one of those stupid flashlights that you shake...ever seen one of those? They put out maybe one candle's worth of light after you shake it for 40 minutes. Ok, so I'm exaggerating, but I have learned two things today...I should probably put "change the filter" on my calendar, the first day of each month. And I should probably also go BACK to the Target and pick up a big box fan and a decent flashlight. This is a good excuse for me to go shopping, right?
I was JUST thinking how grateful I am to have air conditioning. At least we have ceiling fans in most rooms downstairs. At least it's not a 100 degree day today, only 91. At least the entire unit's not broken, forcing me to spend thousands. And at least I get to go to work tonight. I already called my mom and told her she'll probably want to take the kids to her house tonight. Ah, modern conveniences. It's so hard to imagine life without them, isn't it?
Archives-And Four Becomes Three 8/9/2007
August 9, 2007
So, I wrote this blog the other night, and in all my finesse, deleted it. *sigh* I wanted to tell you about the dinner I made...chipotle cinnamon rubbed (thanks for the suggestion, Nathan) pork chops, twice baked cheddar & bacon potatoes, zucchini pancakes (yay, the kids liked them!), corn on the cob & cinnamon apples. Yes, I made it all myself "from scratch". [From starch, maybe...yes, it was a bit of a starchy meal, but it was so good.] I'm trying to do more of that, lately, because I'm tired of eating out of a box. I made a similar meal for a lady from church who has two boys 3 and under, and is pregnant with twins...and is on complete bedrest. Ah, I remember those days...and I had no other children at that time, so I don't know how she's dealing with her two boys. She's worried for the twins, that they'll have to go to the NICU. I remember those days, too. She's far enough along that even if they do, it'll be a short stay. Man, my baby fever is just crazy! Why do I still want one more? It makes no good sense at all. Perhaps I should go visit her in another two months, when she has all the babies and is so tired she doesn't know what to do with herself. And her poor belly...the physical carrying of the two little bodies, I can tell, would be torturous. Even one is, towards the end. I can't imagine the stretch marks she'll earn. On the other hand, if a baby brings much joy to a family, twice that with two. I just wish I could be at peace with "only" having three, plus one with wings.
I also made pico de gallo, which is probably inedible, for all the jalapenos I put in it. I ate the crap out of that stuff while I was in Mexico...with the fresh guacamole and fresh tortilla chips. My wisdom tooth has recently been infected AGAIN, so I ought not eat any tortilla chips. So, the pico sits in my fridge, waiting for someone brave enough to eat it. G is not...he will not eat vegetables in salsa form unless they have been liquified. Tonight I am also making a white cake with peanut butter filling and chocolate frosting. I should probably farm that out to my sister and mother, so I won't be "forced" to eat it all.
I think one of our goldfish is dying. I expect to find him floating in the near future, as he's not swimming quite right these days. We also have an aggressor, which G insists we should flush. He is pretty mean. Who knew a goldfish would be so territorial, or whatever his problem is?
I took Cam shopping for her school stuff this evening. I can't believe it's so close. Next week, we are on vacation, thank God. Then it's back to school, already! I'm SO not ready to resume waking up at 6:30am. Then we'll have Collin's party, and then I have to have my wisdom teeth removed. I'm so anxious about it I could turn inside out. I'd rather have five more labors & deliveries. Honestly, I'd rather have any other kind of surgery. I think the greatest fear is being awake for the whole thing. I really don't care to be traumatized in that fashion.
Update...the poor fishy is dead. Now there are three. Even though he was a carnival fish, I'm sad to see him go. Nobody likes the final flush. The cake was good, but very rich. I'm thinking it will be better once it has been refrigerated...I'm weird, I like cold cake (as long as the chilling doesn't dry it out). I guess it's good that it's rich...that will prompt me to eat smaller portions of it. I'm still going to give some to whoever stops by my house in the next couple of days. :)
So, I wrote this blog the other night, and in all my finesse, deleted it. *sigh* I wanted to tell you about the dinner I made...chipotle cinnamon rubbed (thanks for the suggestion, Nathan) pork chops, twice baked cheddar & bacon potatoes, zucchini pancakes (yay, the kids liked them!), corn on the cob & cinnamon apples. Yes, I made it all myself "from scratch". [From starch, maybe...yes, it was a bit of a starchy meal, but it was so good.] I'm trying to do more of that, lately, because I'm tired of eating out of a box. I made a similar meal for a lady from church who has two boys 3 and under, and is pregnant with twins...and is on complete bedrest. Ah, I remember those days...and I had no other children at that time, so I don't know how she's dealing with her two boys. She's worried for the twins, that they'll have to go to the NICU. I remember those days, too. She's far enough along that even if they do, it'll be a short stay. Man, my baby fever is just crazy! Why do I still want one more? It makes no good sense at all. Perhaps I should go visit her in another two months, when she has all the babies and is so tired she doesn't know what to do with herself. And her poor belly...the physical carrying of the two little bodies, I can tell, would be torturous. Even one is, towards the end. I can't imagine the stretch marks she'll earn. On the other hand, if a baby brings much joy to a family, twice that with two. I just wish I could be at peace with "only" having three, plus one with wings.
I also made pico de gallo, which is probably inedible, for all the jalapenos I put in it. I ate the crap out of that stuff while I was in Mexico...with the fresh guacamole and fresh tortilla chips. My wisdom tooth has recently been infected AGAIN, so I ought not eat any tortilla chips. So, the pico sits in my fridge, waiting for someone brave enough to eat it. G is not...he will not eat vegetables in salsa form unless they have been liquified. Tonight I am also making a white cake with peanut butter filling and chocolate frosting. I should probably farm that out to my sister and mother, so I won't be "forced" to eat it all.
I think one of our goldfish is dying. I expect to find him floating in the near future, as he's not swimming quite right these days. We also have an aggressor, which G insists we should flush. He is pretty mean. Who knew a goldfish would be so territorial, or whatever his problem is?
I took Cam shopping for her school stuff this evening. I can't believe it's so close. Next week, we are on vacation, thank God. Then it's back to school, already! I'm SO not ready to resume waking up at 6:30am. Then we'll have Collin's party, and then I have to have my wisdom teeth removed. I'm so anxious about it I could turn inside out. I'd rather have five more labors & deliveries. Honestly, I'd rather have any other kind of surgery. I think the greatest fear is being awake for the whole thing. I really don't care to be traumatized in that fashion.
Update...the poor fishy is dead. Now there are three. Even though he was a carnival fish, I'm sad to see him go. Nobody likes the final flush. The cake was good, but very rich. I'm thinking it will be better once it has been refrigerated...I'm weird, I like cold cake (as long as the chilling doesn't dry it out). I guess it's good that it's rich...that will prompt me to eat smaller portions of it. I'm still going to give some to whoever stops by my house in the next couple of days. :)
Archives-Ugh 6/26/2007
June 26, 2007
I just read a really great quote: "This whole global warming thing wouldn't be so bad if I looked better in a swimsuit". Amen.
So, I just had my first bad cavity. Apparently, I've only ever had baby cavities, and only two of them. This one was from hell. They had to stick me four times with the novacaine; then proceeded to drill until I was pretty sure the entire tooth was gone. And, after filling and filling, she sweetly told me that root canal is still a possibility for the future. I'm pretty sure I don't ever want to do that. And I'm pretty sure that I do not want to be awake for the extraction of my wisdom teeth, which I told G. He promptly told me it's too expensive for me to be put under. Considering the thousands we have already spent on his teeth, I don't see where he gets a say-so. Why, oh why, did I not have those little suckers removed when I was much younger? When I had time, and before the roots were long, before it was going to be a huge, ridiculous ordeal? The dentist told me I should have babysitting arranged for a week after. G is sure that I don't need more than the day of. So, I see no option besides keeping those teeth in my mouth.
I've been very, very stressed lately. For some reason, that makes G want to ignore me more, and help less. Then he'll turn it around and blame it on me, saying I didn't appreciate the help he did give, or I expected too much, or whatever. Don't get me wrong, he's not always bad, but I'm telling you that every time in my life that I have truly needed him, he has let me down. What does that do to a person? What does it say to me? It sucks.
On a lighter note, we're just home from G's grandmother's house. Her un-airconditioned house. Mind you, she has air conditioning, but she refuses to turn it on because she's scared her utility bill will be too high. For God's sake, at least set the thing on 85! I don't know how she can live like that. Of course, she is from the Philippines, so heat is part of her nature, and she is older, so she probably likes it a little on the warm side, but good grief. It must have been 90 degrees in there, and yes, it was cooler outside. Makes me want to smack someone at BGE. She's having a party this weekend, and expecting many guests. You can bet I'll be sneaking over to the thermostat before they arrive :) Speaking of BGE, they called to say that my meter is not scanning properly, and can I please turn off all "sensitive" electronics from 8am to 4pm on the day they'll be here. Give me a break. What am I supposed to do, stare at the wall all day? As much as I pay them per month, they can at least knock on the door and let me know when they get here. Hmph.
I just read a really great quote: "This whole global warming thing wouldn't be so bad if I looked better in a swimsuit". Amen.
So, I just had my first bad cavity. Apparently, I've only ever had baby cavities, and only two of them. This one was from hell. They had to stick me four times with the novacaine; then proceeded to drill until I was pretty sure the entire tooth was gone. And, after filling and filling, she sweetly told me that root canal is still a possibility for the future. I'm pretty sure I don't ever want to do that. And I'm pretty sure that I do not want to be awake for the extraction of my wisdom teeth, which I told G. He promptly told me it's too expensive for me to be put under. Considering the thousands we have already spent on his teeth, I don't see where he gets a say-so. Why, oh why, did I not have those little suckers removed when I was much younger? When I had time, and before the roots were long, before it was going to be a huge, ridiculous ordeal? The dentist told me I should have babysitting arranged for a week after. G is sure that I don't need more than the day of. So, I see no option besides keeping those teeth in my mouth.
I've been very, very stressed lately. For some reason, that makes G want to ignore me more, and help less. Then he'll turn it around and blame it on me, saying I didn't appreciate the help he did give, or I expected too much, or whatever. Don't get me wrong, he's not always bad, but I'm telling you that every time in my life that I have truly needed him, he has let me down. What does that do to a person? What does it say to me? It sucks.
On a lighter note, we're just home from G's grandmother's house. Her un-airconditioned house. Mind you, she has air conditioning, but she refuses to turn it on because she's scared her utility bill will be too high. For God's sake, at least set the thing on 85! I don't know how she can live like that. Of course, she is from the Philippines, so heat is part of her nature, and she is older, so she probably likes it a little on the warm side, but good grief. It must have been 90 degrees in there, and yes, it was cooler outside. Makes me want to smack someone at BGE. She's having a party this weekend, and expecting many guests. You can bet I'll be sneaking over to the thermostat before they arrive :) Speaking of BGE, they called to say that my meter is not scanning properly, and can I please turn off all "sensitive" electronics from 8am to 4pm on the day they'll be here. Give me a break. What am I supposed to do, stare at the wall all day? As much as I pay them per month, they can at least knock on the door and let me know when they get here. Hmph.
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