A Little More Oral,

A little less surgeon, please.

I had my upper and lower right side wisdom teeth out a week ago. Done at the regular dentist's office, with just local anesthetic and a touch of gas to help my jaw relax more, it was a "routine extraction." Routine, that is, right up until he left a bit of the root tip embedded in my lower jaw. He says "Most times they just leave those, as it's not worth digging around for them. But here's a referral to an oral surgeon just to see what he says."

This was Thursday, and Monday I went to see the oral surgeon, who laughed and said "the tip? that's 3/4 of the root stuck in there! We'll give it time to heal and go get that for you. How's Thursday?" Oh, yeah... in the world of Maxillofacial surgery, everybody's a comedian.

So today, after a week of increasing discomfort (wtf? I sailed through last Thursday just fine!) I went back today. He quickly did his job, then explained afterwards that he had to scrape some bone (ouch) and cut away some damaged gum (double ouch) that wasn't healing properly because of the sharp edge left in there. No wonder there was pain.

This time I took the prescription he offered, and in about 10 minutes I anticipate the sweet oblivion brought to me courtesy of Vicodin.

ps. blogger's spell check wants to offer me "Victorian" and "victim" in place of Vicodin. I find that quite amusing.

A Girl and her Bunny

Is there anything more beautiful than a child loving her pet? I don't know, but shhhh! don't tell... I think I'm falling in love with this little furball myself!

And in other news... our lovely landlord is now jacking up our rent, which has me looking for another place to live. I dread moving, but it's either that or put up with his baloney. And I really need to stop complaining about it, either way.

And apparently "no pets" means no super cute rabbits in outside hutches. Who knew?

The Girl Won

We now have a new addition to the family. She is small, she is fluffy, and she is cute!

Trade Show and Convention

I think it's perfectly normal to listen attentively to your husband musing aloud about plans to go to a NASCAR race with a friend, hear his plea for an entire Sunday to himself, paying close attention to his projected budget for said activity, and then before giving the go ahead, planning my rebuttal to include my upcoming week-long NPM trip, complete with road trip with friend and my younger brother coming to deal with the Small Person in my 6 day absence.

I think he got off easy... the other guy's wife got a trip to Atlantic City, which as we all know, has NO spending limit.