Where's the Tooth Fairy when I need her?

I know I will appreciate it soon enough, and there is more room to clean the side that's healed over now, but FUCK this mess with the wisdom teeth extractions!

The right side, as I said, has healed with no issues. Lump is gone, no pain, wonderful.

However, the left side notsomuch. I developed dry socket on the bottom on a Thursday night. A call to the dentist on Friday brought this advice: "take the pain medication and see if it goes away. If not, call me on Monday."

great.

Pain did NOT go away, it got worse. After not sleeping, being alternately nauseated and sweaty from the pain pills and wanting to claw off my face, I figured out what was going on (dry socket). I called Monday morning the second the office opened, and heard "oh, yeah. The doctor ordered the supplies needed for your dry socket, they should be in some time this morning. Can you come in this afternoon?"

HE KNEW. He knew what it was on Friday and let me go all weekend.

So he packed it monday, he re-packed it tuesday, he golfed on wednesday while I died a quiet death, and then re-packed and stitched it in on thursday.

So no more mind-shearing bone pain. However... I now have a sharp piece of bone poking through my not-healed gums. He'll be getting another call tomorrow. Wish me luck.

Smooth Talker

Sounds of love, heard this evening in our kitchen, as his work lunch was being prepared:

The Earner: Don't buy that crap again, it tastes like shit.

Me: Do you have to be so crass?

Earner: What? that's the accepted phrase, "tastes like shit"

Me: Well it's an assholish thing to say.

Earner: So you married an asshole.

Me: Don't remind me.

Please send your unused dictionaries and grammar books to Cingular

I made my twice-yearly plea to Cingular to lower our astronomical cell phone bill this morning, and the call yielded this gem:


"there ain't no other plan, you've got the most cheapest plan we got"


Well. That gives me absolute confidence in the plan I "got" now. How about you?

I'll Fly Away

I leave in the morning for Indianapolis. I'm going for a musicians conference with a friend of mine. Driving together, staying with her relatives - it's a trip on a budget (my kind of trip, folks).

Today I'm busy doing all the odds and ends around here that are necessary if I want the house to run smoothly (who am I kidding, I'll settle for anything less than earthquake rockiness) and the people inside it to survive (I really have no standards here... breathing is fine) for the week without me. This includes, but is not limited too, making pasta salads for the week, buying large packages of meat and splitting them and adding marinade as I freeze them in individual ziplock bags so that they're grill-ready, washing all the produce (they just don't care... mud from the farm? evil pesticides that will pickle their insides? a few bugs? doesn't matter to them, they'll eat grapes straight from the store--eww!), making sure the number of hotdogs (split into meal size portions and frozen in individual bags) match the number of buns (ditto), doing laundry and making sure dresser drawers are packed with essentials, leaving the grill utensils out in the open, and creating list after list after list...

And I'm sure that this trip will be like all the others (who am I kidding? I travel ALONE maybe once a year. if that.) and I'll come home to find food rotting in the fridge, piles of lists crumpled up under the debris from emptying drawer after kitchen drawer in search of the grill utensils (like I hide them... they're in the same damn spot EVERY TIME), the closet pulled apart in search of the favorite shirt, and a freezer full of meat because they went out to eat for every other meal.

But at least I'll be gone. By myself. For an entire week. Almost. See you Saturday.

He'll Keep Calling Me...

The Earner: "Why does that automated guy from the library keep calling you?"

Me, The Voice of Reason: "Well, what does he say?"

Earner: "He says he's holding books for you at the bookmobile."

M, TVOR: "Well, then. I guess he's calling because he wants me to pick them up."

Earner: "Can you ask him to stop calling?"

M, TVOR: "....?"


And this, folks, is what I get when The Earner has been working 2 extra shifts, plus a long-winded supervisor's meeting, plus the monthly shift change from nights to days, all this past 7 days. Yeah, he's tired. Got a wee bit of a cold. Not on top of his game.

Hope he gets his mojo back soon. I can't take much more of the idiot I'm left with when The Evil Empire of Plastic is wearing him down.

In other news, I get my stitches out today. Yay! Maybe they can remove that large lump in my gum (scar tissue? inflammation from the surgery yet? alien pods planted there to incubate?) that's making it difficult for my jaw to remain closed in a comfortable resting position. It's official: I'm a mouth breather.