Four years and pushing it
Sunday afternoon to Wednesday around 3 in the afternoon, I was home alone. 😀
I mostly slept on Sunday, and when I awoke I watched Heroes, made a pizza and just chilled. Monday I attempted various mug cake recipes — which are really messed up these days and aren’t as great as they once were1 — and eventually found my mug recipe book. I also watched more Heroes and made Sunella. Tuesday I had therapy and allergy shots to do (Charlise took me); I fell asleep when I got home and awoke around 4:42. Tuesday night/Wednesday morning I deep cleaned my bathroom and cleaned my room whilst laundry was going in the wash.
I also found a digital scale in Grandmama’s bathroom and weighed myself. I’m 134.2, but I’m not exactly proud of it or upset with it or anything considering the way I’ve gotten myself to that weight.
My tooth’s filling broke last week. It was from a root canal procedure in early 2009. They had to stop because they became so involved in their conversation that they didn’t realize what they were doing to me until the drilled down the side of my tooth and called out “Oops”, plus a few curses, as they quickly tried to fix it. Realizing they couldn’t without causing more damage for the day, they put in a filling that would “only last up to a year” and said to “try to come back tomorrow.” “Tomorrow”. “Tomorrow”. It was that day that I was first introduced to hydrocodone. Grandmama says they should have been sued; in my defense, I told my dad what had happened, but nothing was really listened to (in my opinion). It started to break out last year. I didn’t think it was too bad. I guess four and a half years with a temporary filling is pushing it, huh?
But my problem is that I don’t judge well when it comes to determining when I really do need help. I never went to the doctor until I was coughing up blood (acid reflux) or couldn’t hear anything (ear infections). When I lived with my dad, anytime I was any bit of sick he’d rush me to Care Now, a quick clinic, ASAP and, to me, that was extreme.
Anyway, now I have to go to the dentist. In the midst of all the holidays.
If you need me, I’ll be popping Ibuprofen, cranky and chewing like a cow.2