Unexpected Weekend
Oct. 2nd, 2010 10:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zhieSo I went in yesterday to have a cavity filled and ended up having the tooth pulled instead. -_-
I don't know whether the fact that I'm on a soft food diet all weekend (read: cheesecake) is a good or bad thing...
What looked like a minor cavity on the outside turned out to be completely ridiculous on the inside and would have required a root canal, which my dentist pointed out was completely unnecessary to do on a wisdom tooth. A month ago I was in for him to fix a filling that had come out and pointed out that occasionally the back molar area hurt, then set up the appointment for yesterday to have him take care of it, but it turned out to be in horrible shape. Ironically, I've never been able to 'see' that tooth -- it was on the top, plus it never actually came down all the way, so it was hiding back there all these years. Thankfully, the little bastard came in completely straight so it was more or less easy to get out (the bottom ones had better not try any funny business -- while they popped up straight, the roots are curved back in an L shape). On more than one occassion, he's made remarks on the small size of my teeth, so maybe that helped, too...
Anyhow... it all means I'm totally not feeling like doing a damn thing this weekend. And, of course, this was a weekend that I had planned for writing since I don't have to teach on Monday.
So... aw, crap, my foot fell asleep. Where was I... meh. See, I don't even feel like finishing this post. Oh, I did get home and see I had the most points on Team Lorien for this round of The Middle Earth game. That was nice and sparkly and made me happy for a little while. And last night we were supposed to go to my parents for game night, but we got there, I wasn't feeling social, and mom was still at a rehearsal for the wedding she's doing because the bride got into an accident on the way to the venue (hit a traffic light). So Mark, Dad, and I sat and watched the Brewers game and they chatted while I wrote things on a pad of paper and had Mark read them to everyone. Then when mom got home, she picked up some Italian food -- I had mashed potatoes and pudding, but she sent some cheese&shrimp ravioli home with us and around 1am I was feeling good enough to mash it into bit and eat it. I feel a little bad about us not sticking around very long, but mom was pretty tired since she had been basically had to keep the rest of the wedding party calmed and from walking off somewhere and such until the bride got there for rehearsal, and dad fell asleep in his chair when the news came on (see Britt? EVERYONE's parents do that!! It's uncanny!!)
If you've read this far, you get to hear the amazingness of the family dog. My parents have two dogs -- one, Bear, a half-newfie, half-st. bernard (aka a horse) is theirs (he lets some of us, like me, pet him, but he barks at most people). The other is the family's black lab/sheltie/shepherd mix. He was born in our house back on September 10, 1995 between 10am and 11am, and was the runt. Because of this, dad bottle fed him a lot when he was kicked from the litter. He's the only one of his litter mates still alive, and for an old man who just celebrated his 15th doggie birthday, he's quite the spirited fellow. Certainly not the oldest living dog by a long-shot, but he was still telling Bear who was alpha-dog last night (despite being about half the size) at one point when there was a bit of food dropped on the floor in the kitchen. There's different rules of thought out there with what the life span of a dog is compared to a human and the whole one year to seven thing doesn't work exactly. But using a fancier equation based on years and size, the old man Smudgie is a little over a hundred in equivalency. I need to get a picture of him up here one of these days...
I don't know whether the fact that I'm on a soft food diet all weekend (read: cheesecake) is a good or bad thing...
What looked like a minor cavity on the outside turned out to be completely ridiculous on the inside and would have required a root canal, which my dentist pointed out was completely unnecessary to do on a wisdom tooth. A month ago I was in for him to fix a filling that had come out and pointed out that occasionally the back molar area hurt, then set up the appointment for yesterday to have him take care of it, but it turned out to be in horrible shape. Ironically, I've never been able to 'see' that tooth -- it was on the top, plus it never actually came down all the way, so it was hiding back there all these years. Thankfully, the little bastard came in completely straight so it was more or less easy to get out (the bottom ones had better not try any funny business -- while they popped up straight, the roots are curved back in an L shape). On more than one occassion, he's made remarks on the small size of my teeth, so maybe that helped, too...
Anyhow... it all means I'm totally not feeling like doing a damn thing this weekend. And, of course, this was a weekend that I had planned for writing since I don't have to teach on Monday.
So... aw, crap, my foot fell asleep. Where was I... meh. See, I don't even feel like finishing this post. Oh, I did get home and see I had the most points on Team Lorien for this round of The Middle Earth game. That was nice and sparkly and made me happy for a little while. And last night we were supposed to go to my parents for game night, but we got there, I wasn't feeling social, and mom was still at a rehearsal for the wedding she's doing because the bride got into an accident on the way to the venue (hit a traffic light). So Mark, Dad, and I sat and watched the Brewers game and they chatted while I wrote things on a pad of paper and had Mark read them to everyone. Then when mom got home, she picked up some Italian food -- I had mashed potatoes and pudding, but she sent some cheese&shrimp ravioli home with us and around 1am I was feeling good enough to mash it into bit and eat it. I feel a little bad about us not sticking around very long, but mom was pretty tired since she had been basically had to keep the rest of the wedding party calmed and from walking off somewhere and such until the bride got there for rehearsal, and dad fell asleep in his chair when the news came on (see Britt? EVERYONE's parents do that!! It's uncanny!!)
If you've read this far, you get to hear the amazingness of the family dog. My parents have two dogs -- one, Bear, a half-newfie, half-st. bernard (aka a horse) is theirs (he lets some of us, like me, pet him, but he barks at most people). The other is the family's black lab/sheltie/shepherd mix. He was born in our house back on September 10, 1995 between 10am and 11am, and was the runt. Because of this, dad bottle fed him a lot when he was kicked from the litter. He's the only one of his litter mates still alive, and for an old man who just celebrated his 15th doggie birthday, he's quite the spirited fellow. Certainly not the oldest living dog by a long-shot, but he was still telling Bear who was alpha-dog last night (despite being about half the size) at one point when there was a bit of food dropped on the floor in the kitchen. There's different rules of thought out there with what the life span of a dog is compared to a human and the whole one year to seven thing doesn't work exactly. But using a fancier equation based on years and size, the old man Smudgie is a little over a hundred in equivalency. I need to get a picture of him up here one of these days...
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Date: 2010-10-02 04:43 pm (UTC)How did she hit a traffic light? ... I hope she was alright? ... and the traffic light, too. Poor thing.
And woah, what is with parents and news?! Dad did it to me last night, too! He was good until the sports, which is the only thing he stays up to watch, and then I heard him snoring and had to shake him awake.
Aww doggies. I woke this morning to the joy of being snuggled by a puppy. It made the day awesome.
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Date: 2010-10-02 07:23 pm (UTC)And? THANK YOU for posting with a poppycock icon. That just made me extra happy.
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Date: 2010-10-02 07:09 pm (UTC)Got rid of all four of mine some years back and all I can say is be careful with peas; it's really annoying if a pea falls into the hole where the tooth used to be, one practically has to stand on one's head to get it out again. (For your information, this is a lot funnier reading about than it is to actually experience it.) Oh wait: the one you had pulled was in the upper jaw, right? No worries, then. :-)
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Date: 2010-10-02 07:21 pm (UTC)Damn our ability to prevent tooth decay!! (jk!)
And yes, in the upper jaw... though, I'm fearing popcorn kernels. I love popcorn... I've had cases with bits stuck back behind where the wisdom teeth are, and I have this feeling it's just going to be that much crazier to deal with now. Can't imagine the difficulty with peas... hmm... maybe perpetual cheesecake is the way to go...