I spent my weekend taking pain pills around the clock, which kept my pain dulled most of the time. I was worried about Monday, and dreading what lay ahead but was finally so ready to have it over with that it didn't seem so bad.
On Saturday I called the higher powers of Joe's Tire Shop and asked if a worker could be sent over from another store on Monday to take Chris' place. How could they refuse an emotional woman, I mean, really? They nicely agreed to do that and the sun shone a bit brighter after that.
I'll cut the story short and save you the drama.
Turns out, the oral surgeon agreed with the first dentist that the offending tooth was my molar with the large filling, rather than my wisdom tooth. Turns out at the ripe old age of 37 if your wisdom teeth haven't given you any problems yet it's highly likely they never will. Basically, if I wanted to remove them, I could; if I decided not to, that was fine too. Turns out I didn't need surgery or being put to sleep. They numbed me up, removed my molar, and let me go.
So far, I'm doing great. No pain to speak of and no swelling. I feel like doing nothing but laying on the couch and I can't wait to chow down on a good meal but otherwise, doing great.
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In other news, Chris has been hanging drywall!!
With his right hand man helping,
The place will be looking different in no time at all!
I can't tell you how exciting it is to see this happening. I confess that when it comes to building/remodeling projects, I am a terrible unbeliever. This makes actually living in The House On The Hill seem possible!
In closing, we have a confirmed bookworm in the house. The oldest two like to read but this one? This one pulls out a book, intending to go outside and play, and ends up sitting in a kneeling position for the next several hours,
R E A D I N G.
She becomes oblivious to the world around her and has to have her name called twice and doesn't even notice someone taking a picture right in her face!
Makes me want to curl up with a good book myself.
Happy Tuesday to all. May all your complicated wisdom teeth extractions be turned to a simple molar removal!
1 comment:
Awesome!!! To all of the above. �� The bookworm thing is in the genes and I'll bet she gets it from both sides. I was exactly like that - oblivious to the world when I had a good book.
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