309 - Drimmels Don't Go There

I should just retitle my blog... All I blog about are my teeth...

Today he used the drimmel again. But this time he did minor gum surgery. At first I thought it was accidental... because he apologized... but then he added an addendum to his apology, "There was really no other way to get at that part of the tooth." So what you're saying is that you weren't sorry you sadistic maniac! You did it on purpose!

I hate new brace tray day. It always hurts. It especially hurts the Nanny McPhee tooth... the tooth they have dragged way the hell out front for some inexplicable reason. The tooth that bumps against my top tooth because they didn't drag the top tooth out too. Makes eating a big lot of fun. Makes having my trays out kinda risky... one good chomp when I'm not thinking, and I'm pretty sure I will knock Nanny McPhee right out of my mouth.

Grrrr. I get cranky when my teeth hurt!!!

But... I'm on tray seven. There are eight trays to a box. There are two boxes. I think that means I'm one tray away from being halfway done. Three weeks a tray... carry the one... that's twenty-seven weeks or six'ish months? Although as the treatment gets more aggressive... as it seems to be doing... we might go to four weeks per tray. Still... there's a light at the end of the tunnel... and I don't hear a horn... so I guess it's all good.


308 - An Observation

So I get an email from Borders and I see a neat looking book cover... I feel that little spark of excitement -- because honestly... I do (first) judge a book by its cover. I'm intrigued. I click on it:

"Description: Told in three voices and punctuated by news articles chronicling the family's story, "Fallout" is the stunning conclusion to the trilogy begun in "Crank" and "Glass.""

Um. Okay.

I'm still a little interested, but irritated that there's nothing of substance in the description. So I look up Crank, to find out what the F the series is really about, since it's the first in the trilogy maybe their more generous with their info... Aaaaand this is what they tell me:

"Description: Ellen Hopkins' bestselling CRANK in hardcover for the first time"

Mmm-hmmm. Well... thanks for clearing that up. Seriously, I'm no longer interested. I've already had to do too much work. Now I'm just going to hop back to B&N as usual... and you can go screw yourselves.

Maybe I'm just cranky cuz I had my wisdom teeth removed last week and they're still healing. That, and the cold I contracted two weeks ago refuses to completely go away. Eating, between the braces having moved my teeth out of alignment, and the gaping holes in my jaw where my teeth used to be... is not the enjoyable experience it once was. But it's getting better. And the removal itself, despite my fears, really wasn't that bad. One minute the surgeon and I are are discussing where I went to high school, then I feel a warm liquid flowing into my vein, and before I can think another thought... I wake up and move to another room where I sit for about 10 mins before they release me to Bob. I was even cognizant enough to be able to tell Bob how to get home (he kind of remembers his way around so it wouldn't have been a tragedy, just might have taken longer). And by 'tell' him, I don't mean that I was a backseat driver, I just told him where to turn and warned him about the red light camera. :)

So it's done now. And I do feel a little dumber. ;p

Couple of days ago I sneezed for the first time since the surgery... and I never want that to happen again until I'm healed... I'd read in the literature that after the tooth is pulled, a blood clot forms. And this blood clot is a precious, precious thing. We don't want to dislodge it. So no smoking (no problem), no sucking through a straw, no spitting for the first 24 hours, and no soda for 48 (booooo)... Because.... I guess aside from making the bleeding stop, the clot also prevents air from contacting the now-exposed jawbone. Air on the bone = dry socket and we don't want that. We sooooooooooooooo don't want that. So when I sneezed... it felt like I dislodged something. And I freaked because I thought it might have been the blood clot. Turns out it was... chicken... I was still eating dinner and I hadn't rinsed my mouth yet. Things tend to become lodged in my top sockets despite my best efforts... in fact, I've come to think of those sockets as little Pez dispensers in my mouth... because my mind is warped and I think goofy little thoughts like that all damn day long... Anyway, it's a good thing my allergies aren't going crazy right now... that's all I can say.

Sorry it's so long between posts... seems to be catching, I notice a lot of us are slowing down. Hope everyone has a good weekend!