Who knew a tooth, one tooth, would cause so much angst?
It's been a rough five months of mostly failures and frankly, I'm tired of making lemonade out of the lemons.
Pass the gin please. (or any other alcoholic beverage guaranteed to cause stuporous behavior)
I haven't read or visited any blogs nor done any 'honest' writing in a while.
To tell you the truth, I think my writing is better left in my head some days anyway. On my many trips -- and I mean many -- back and forth to the docs (who by the way is just plain adorable and phew, ladies, takes my breath away) I write essay after essay in my head.
Arriving home I mosey into the office, pop in here to blogger and find my mind a blank. Again. I have been fighting the urge to let a bout of depression take over the blues I've been wallowing in. Pity party anyone? Bring your own dammed booze and I'll provide the snacks. Using all the platitudes, attitudes and reminders that 'this too shall pass' and 'I'm not suffering a fatal disease'. But you know, there are days when ...
Excerpt from an e-mail to a friend who genuinely wants to know:
I see Dr. G. again on Tuesday for follow up and I'll see what he says. I have weaned myself off of all pain meds including regular strength Tylenol because I kept doing things I'm not supposed to primarily because nothing hurt.
The pain caused by doing something sometimes reminds you to not do that. So far, so good. I have some minor discomfort of ache or throb now and again and overall the sharp pain-pain is gone unless I do something I'm not supposed to do. Sinus precautions are a pain in the nose, mouth and daily routine.
I have learned really quickly that as careful as I was being, I can be even more careful.
And that my friends, is where I'm at. I am hopeful at this stage of the game that my next follow up leads to "I'll see you in three months."
Three months? Yes, because I have three more not-so-serious-but-necessary surgeries to get through before the saga of One Dammed Tooth can be closed.
