You know what’s super awesome and fun? Life.
Starting Wednesday the 22nd and lasting until a few days ago I’ve been living in excruciating pain.
It began Wednesday with a TWO HOUR MEETING at my oldest son’s school with over six individuals about where he is educationally and about the bullying issues we’ve been dealing with. To sum it up because I still am so very angry… his school is utterly useless. The principal and his teacher? Could give a shit about what my son is having to deal with each and every day just because he’s taller than the rest of his bitchy little classmates. EVERY DAY I ask him if he wants to stay home because I will not be one of those parents that forces their child to go to school to be bullied and every day he tells me he’s “hoping” today will be BETTER, that the little evil children will be KIND to him. He is far too generous and forgiving.
I told him this morning that if it happens again and he tells the nearest teacher, his own teacher, and the principal and NO ONE DOES ANYTHING? I’m going to the superintendent and filing a report.
I despise this school. There’s so much more but it would require writing a novel.
He wants to finish out the 4th grade here and then be homeschooled (we previously unschooled after he was in the useless public school system here for two years) for 5th grade and see after that if he wants to attempt middle school.
Then it’s Thursday and I went in for my scheduled perio-scaling. What’s that? Oh a joyous procedure where you get around four shots of Novocaine and they use metal power tools to scrape under and around your tender gums. My appointment was in the morning, 10am, so I didn’t eat or drink ANYTHING. During the procedure my dentist asked me if I would allow her to find another dentist to do a root canal for me THAT DAY. I said SURE since everything I was told was that a root canal doesn’t really hurt.
So I head over (still numb) to dentist #2. Where he does my second set of x-rays (this is important) and then visually inspects the tooth to see it has a huge crack and had to be extracted and couldn’t be “saved”. Oh but wait, he doesn’t DO extractions.
Off to a THIRD dentist and a THIRD set of x-rays (again, important!). So mind you, STILL NUMB on the left side of my mouth. At this point it’s past 6pm. I now get FOUR MORE shots of Novocaine on the RIGHT side of my mouth. So my entire mouth is numb. He pulls the tooth and says, “YAY we got it!” and then… looks at my mouth… gives me a look of pity and says, “Oh I am so sorry about what’s about to happen!”. Huh? He just said he had the tooth… right?
Longgggg story short, turns out after THREE sets of x-rays no one saw the SECRET ROOT! So he had to then chisel, chip away, yank with dental pliers, and drill the crap out of my poor tender mouth.
Let me remind you it’s about 7pm and I’ve not had ONE drop of ANY beverage and not one crumb of any food item.
I get sent home and by the time it was around 10pm I was in sheer agony. All I could do was cry. My husband went and filled my Tylenol w/codeine prescription (which I wasn’t going to fill because I don’t like taking meds in GENERAL much less while breastfeeding) and I then took one as per the label on the bottle.
Didn’t do a damn thing. So now we are into the wee hours of Friday morning. Around 5:30a I wake up with a blinding migraine and proceed to call my poor twin sister BAWLING which in turn made her start to cry because the pain of my head combined with all the oral trauma was simply too much. I want to cry again just thinking about it! My husband gave me another Tylenol w/codeine and my normal migraine cocktail. Not only did nothing work but the pain got worse so off to the ER we went. Which let me tell you, putting a migraine sufferer in a LOUD and BRIGHT waiting room for 40 minutes before even seeing them? Doesn’t help. Not one bit! After a ton of BS from the on call doctors (they were convinced it was caused by getting my tooth extracted, rather than my over 20 years of being a migraine sufferer and that I had been to this ER a few times in the past for migraines), I finally got an IV which took a bit since I was super dehydrated, and some medication that took merely the edge off.
Yeah, tired of reading all that? Ugh.
So I’m NOW finally feeling a small bit better.
I gained three pounds over February so getting back into gear with MyFitnessPal and using my Fitbit. Even been attempting to do C25k on my treadmill. I can barely get half way through but still, I can stumble and gasp my way through “running” at 4mph / 1.0 incline for about a whole MINUTE. Still feel like crap afterwards, working out makes me more aware of my fatness, also? Weird and random pain after, for example, my throat feels like it’s on FIRE after attempting to pretend to be someone who is super athletic.
Anyway, here’s some random photos.
Isn’t that pretty? I love my Lacquistry nail polishes! They have their own shelf now!
Oh my little one? HARDCORE into drawing lately. He has these stories too on what he’s drawing and is really good with details and circles! Keep in mind he isn’t even 2 1/2yrs old yet!
And for kicks, here’s a photo of him from a couple hours ago, decided to go black and white for once! This is his “Momma has the camera out AGAIN!” smile. I usually get either the smile, a thumbs up, or a combo of both.
Lastly, my recent Instagram photos!