Last Wednesday I had two of my upper molars removed. During the first extraction I panicked .. freaked out casually mentioned to my dentist that it felt like she was going to break my jaw.
She reassured me very much by telling me she takes out over 700 teeth a year and has yet to break a jaw. Seven hundred? Thats a fucktonne of teeth! Seriously, take away 108 days for weekends, a week at Christmas and another week in the summer? She has to extract almost three teeth a day!
Thursday after the extraction I panicked again went into the office becuase I was worried about the site. See, I had felt something hard with my tongue and when I used various contortionist maneuvers, a flash light and a set of mirrors and a coat hanger, I saw that it was coated in something white.
I was worried It was an infection.
It turned out to be cracker bits from my soup at lunch.
I’m a closet hypochondriac, So sue me!
I was adamant all through the weekend that something was wrong with my mouth, that it wasn’t healing right, while at the same time, seriously worried about going back to the dentist only to find out I had mistakenly lodged the batteries to my vibrator in it.
Or Something.
My tune changed by Monday morning when I woke up and my face was on fire. That sucked. I called the office and could hear the disdain the receptionists voice as I begged for an appointment. I got one. At eight thirty that night. Fuuccck.
Here is a very technical drawing I drew all by myself. It will help explain things.
There is a very thin ridge of bone between your teeth. Obviously it does not go as high as your gums, but it is there. She broke it. Not intentionally I am sure. (Although, after all the trouble I have given her in the last week, do you think I should be worried about my appointment on the sixth to have three more teeth removed?)
Now, It’s not broken in the sense that I need a cast (LOLZ) or pins or anything really. Its like a fracture, or something. Anyway. I have antibiotics (Guaranteed to cause stomach upset or your money back!!) And the break will heal in time. Lots and lots and lots, of time.
But I was right and she was wrong nana-nana boo-boo. And she damn well better stop telling people she has never broken a Jaw bone, or else!
Our ketteh Tigger has been put on Stuff On My Cat again. She is pictured with a rat on her back. The rat’s name was Bob. Unfortunately, Mario thought Bob was the Cat, not the Rat.
What would they say if they knew the rat became lunch for the snakes?
If you want to see the whole Rats On Cats On Brats series, Click here.
(this is the second post of the night. scroll down for the first)
We aren’t done. There are still two more shades of red to go up.
Click here if you want to know how to make me a happy, happy girl.
Sitting in McDonald’s today, my husband that I was weird.
Me! Weird.
When I asked for clarification, he said he was not able to point out any one thing that I do weirdly, but that my whole view of the word is weird.
I argued the point and continued to press him for examples. Again, He was unable to offer any.
He did try to say he loved me, even though I was weird.
Too late jerk! Your foot and mouth? They’ve already met, and it was love at first site.
He went on to say that all of YOU think I am weird too, and thats why you keep coming back to BPR.
So what say you?
In reality it is half past one. But if you look at the time stamp of this post It is pretending that it was written yesterday at 11:59. Blogs are sneaky that way. One day they will rule the world.
I need to point out I am deeply in lust with the new camera. Thats right. Only four days after I bought it, it showed up on my door step. With crickets. About thirty of them. Only one was alive so I gave it to the cat. It’s no longer alive.
I drove out to my dads house after supper today. My granny has been telling me she has a surprise for me for about six weeks and Mother Marnee bribed me with a box full of books. I picked up my sister Sheri becuase her birthday is tomorrow and dad is on call and so she won’t get to see him.
I gave her the cards. She was very pleased. Thank you.
Here are six million* photos I took with the new camera. I know they should be on the photo blog, but just this once? Deal with it.
Stuperman. The black and white with blue eyes? Done on the camera with a click of a button.
Me. Don’t ask about the hand thing. Like my butterfly?
Granny’s lily.
And again.
And a red flower of some sort! Because you’ve never seen a red flower before, have you?
Oh Look! Another flower! Wow!
ZOMG! Obviously this is the first ever photo of a blue flower, eh?
So the cake is a bit lopsided.. It was still great! Berries and peaches and icecream cover all kinds of mistakes!
This is the first picture I have ever taken of my dad where he isn’t giving me the finger or sticking out his tongue. Obviously the camera
can work miracles!
Can you blame them? I didn’t get them home until well after midnight!
See that? My very own serger. I get to serge things. I don;t know what yet, But I will find something! Also! Super excellent HOT barbecue sauce that my uncle makes. I always steal some when I go to dads! And the one box? It has magazines. I have no idea what the second box holds.
Ohh! I have my own ironing board now. Wait! Does that mean I have to iron things?? And under the clothes in the blue bin? Those are the books Mother Marnee bribed me with! Yay!
And uhm. A clock. For some reason, my dad gave me a clock.
Evil red kitty!
Waiting for cake!
The end.
*Not an exaggeration.
Pee ess: I need to :
Get hosted, install a CMS like wordpress.org, or install MT 4.0, or any other CMS, and get it approved.
What does that mean? Oh. and it’s not for BPR, its for my PPP blog, Paint! Or wait. Maybe I will use Where Was I. Whatever. What is a host? Where do I find one, how much does it cost. And what the fuck is a CMS??!!
