Wednesday, November 5, 2008

I'd like to give a big "FUCK YOU" to November.

Ok, really it's going out to the last week of October, too. Way to dick me over universe.

First things first. The beginning of the last week of October. As I was getting those four new tires installed, I went and had Chinese food around the corner. And guess what my fortune cookie didn't have? That's right, a fucking fortune. Should have been my first clue that it was only going to get worse.

So I went to the dentist on Thursday, the day before Halloween. No big deal, right? I was having some tooth/mouth pain and figured I'd get it looked at, make an appointment for a later date and move on. WRONG! I left many hundreds of dollars poorer, with strict instructions to not have anything sticky or chewy or hard. And a pretty temporary crown. I'll be going back in a few weeks for the permanent one to be put on. It sucks. I didn't even know I had a cracked tooth. Ok, so maybe I did since I played with it with my tongue, but it wasn't bad or anything. Oh, and nearly a week later, my damn tooth still hurts.

Halloween was actually pretty good. Chunk went to a couple of houses and got some candy. He had three adult type people go with him and we had a good time too! There was a quasi party featuring "Zombie Eye Ghoulash" and a fizzy "Witch's Brew." Good times. And Chunk got more candy than he could possible need and has tried to eat it all so far.

Things were going pretty well until Monday night. Went to the Campus Advisory Committee meeting. I'm now in the Special Education small group. We're to deal with things in the Campus Improvement Plan that deal with special ed kids and stuff. I know NOTHING about special ed. They say this is a good thing, it'll "help." I can't for the life of me figure out how, but sure.

Fast forward a couple hours and you'll find me loving my potty and trashcan. Fast forward to Tuesday morning and you'll find that I haven't kept anything down in 12 hours or so and am headed to the emergency room for help. Which they gladly supplied. 8 mgs of Zofran, I don't know how much phenergan, and two bags of saline later and I'm better. Sort of. Turns out I also have shingles. You know, that crappy chicken pox like shit for adults. It itches and it hurts and I'm miserable. I'll live, yeah, but I have to take FIVE pills a day for 10 days. So, every two hours I'm swallowing giant pills.

I started this post on Thursday and I'm just now getting around to finishing it and posting. While I've felt better, I'm still not at 100%. And I don't think flipping my mattress Wednesday night by myself (it's a queen) helped. Oh well. More things have happened since then, but that'll have to wait. Dun Dun DUH!

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gingela5 said...

Yikes--sounds like a rough few days! I hope, HOPE things get better for you! They HAVE to!

Lump said...

I'm glad to hear you are feeling a tad bit better. and hopefully the rest of november will be in your favor.

and no candy on Halloween? :( I feel for you and your tooth. seriously.

Issas Crazy World said...

Oh this all sucks, I'm sorry.

If it makes you feel any better, I broke a crown on Halloween. One I had just gotten put on in August. I haven't bothered to call my dentist yet.