Went to the dentist AGAIN today. Except I took my sick kids to the chiropractor first. Then went to 1 of 2 stores for groceries. Stopped off and had me a lil DQ before movin' on down the road to, what I was sure was gonna keep me from chewing anything harder than a grape for awhile. YEP! I was right. Dentist came in, looked in my mouth, clinked on my tooth with the end of his metal scraper thingy (which sends a shot of pain, so severe, to my nether regions, that I want to hurl) and said I, not only have a clogged salivary gland, (which I knew could get clogged because of the cancer treatment I received in May did the same thing) but that my tooth "was in trouble." He was pondering the x-ray like he discovered a fossil in there and says ok...I just don't understand why this hurts so much. So, I either have to pull it or do a root canal. AGAIN?! Not for another $1400 or whatever the hell it was!! So he pulled it. And it hurt. And I didn't like it. And I now have 3 missing teeth. (But my husband did make me feel better by changing his status on Facebook to "people without all their teeth are sexy!")
Then I went the the second store to get my sick kid her Neti pot so she could wash away her snot. I also had to get disinfecting crap to exterminate the entire house with. Not only was the store OUT of those wipes but also OUT of tortilla shells...huh?! Weird. I needed those shells b/c I was making dinner for the mother-in-law and the father-in-law tonight. I SO didn't want to. I wanted to come home and sleep until tomorrow...but here I am at 12:12am blogging b/c the pain pills I took aren't making me drowsy yet. So I power napped for about a half hour and then got up...not happily...to chop shit up. And in comes Lady Di with a huge bowl of homemade potato soup!! Love her!! I almost cried later b/c she reminded everyone at dinner that 2 years ago, today, her mom, my Grandma Joan, died and the soup was her recipe. So I pictured her in her kitchen earlier trying like hell to feel closer to her mom by making her soup...and then God gave her a daughter-in-law with rotten chops who could eat it for her.
At dinner when Pawpaw Bill didn't immediately get up for THIRDS, he tried to say how full he was and I cut him off and yelled STUFF IT! We laughed and I hurt my face and then I felt stupid and Bill said that that was what I got for yelling at him. I love him! Good times.
So my son is doing this weird thing where he won't eat all his dinner and claim he's full and then like 3 hours later eat like a horse. What the heck? So, we started telling him that he should have eaten his dinner. Well, tonight he DID eat all his taco...so now what do I say?? I just gave him yogurt and oatmeal until HE wanted to hurl and put him to bed.
I, on the other hand, am NOT hungry b/c the cure for a clogged salivary gland is sour candy. I bought lemon heads and have eaten the whole box and now my tongue is so raw that it actually hurts. I'll regret that tomorrow.
Then I went the the second store to get my sick kid her Neti pot so she could wash away her snot. I also had to get disinfecting crap to exterminate the entire house with. Not only was the store OUT of those wipes but also OUT of tortilla shells...huh?! Weird. I needed those shells b/c I was making dinner for the mother-in-law and the father-in-law tonight. I SO didn't want to. I wanted to come home and sleep until tomorrow...but here I am at 12:12am blogging b/c the pain pills I took aren't making me drowsy yet. So I power napped for about a half hour and then got up...not happily...to chop shit up. And in comes Lady Di with a huge bowl of homemade potato soup!! Love her!! I almost cried later b/c she reminded everyone at dinner that 2 years ago, today, her mom, my Grandma Joan, died and the soup was her recipe. So I pictured her in her kitchen earlier trying like hell to feel closer to her mom by making her soup...and then God gave her a daughter-in-law with rotten chops who could eat it for her.
At dinner when Pawpaw Bill didn't immediately get up for THIRDS, he tried to say how full he was and I cut him off and yelled STUFF IT! We laughed and I hurt my face and then I felt stupid and Bill said that that was what I got for yelling at him. I love him! Good times.
So my son is doing this weird thing where he won't eat all his dinner and claim he's full and then like 3 hours later eat like a horse. What the heck? So, we started telling him that he should have eaten his dinner. Well, tonight he DID eat all his taco...so now what do I say?? I just gave him yogurt and oatmeal until HE wanted to hurl and put him to bed.
I, on the other hand, am NOT hungry b/c the cure for a clogged salivary gland is sour candy. I bought lemon heads and have eaten the whole box and now my tongue is so raw that it actually hurts. I'll regret that tomorrow.
well that sucks. at least you've got some cute kids:)
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