And then there was time to chillax

So in terms of the root canal,  it seems I'm officially off the Tylenol!  As long as I'm careful not to chew on the right side, or let any food wander over there well I'm chewing on the left side, or squeeze my jaw, or close my mouth to quickly or touch my teeth together while talking, I think I'm okay.  So two days of varying degrees of throbbing pain, followed by intense contact sensitivity until the crown is placed (I'm assuming). Can't wait till Wednesday!

Anyway, here's yesterday's thrift store shirt.

I decided to change up my poses a bit, for your viewing pleasure, and, you know, to diversify my portfolio in case the Goodwill is looking for a new model.  And in case you're reading this, The Goodwill, I'm just putting this out there, I'm available for print ads, and can also do a little acting, in case that helps!

So this shirt (still only cost $2.95) is Calvin Klein, a very light cotton blend that feels incredibly soft, cool, and flowy, but wrinkled immediately when I held my daughter for a minute or two.  I think those fell out pretty quickly though, so no love lost.  This one seemed to get the strongest reception from the viewing public and the husband, so I suppose it's the current thrifty-winner.

Today it's back to layered rib tanks, as it is a non-work day.  And as the daughter is napping and I have chosen to be a lazy sack of human parts, I'm looking a little bit like this:

Ah Friday, Friday.  Fun fun, fun fun.

Hope you ALSO get sometime this weekend to lounge on the couch and watch really bad TV!

Sed a... Sed a... DIRTY WORD! [S]he said a dirty word!!

Yes, for any of you astute movie watchers, that's a quote from Young Frankenstein.  But it's also true.  "She", did say a dirty word.  But not just any dirty word, THE word, the big one, the queen-mother of dirty words, the "F-dash-dash-dash" word!  That was, in fact, also a quote.  5 points to the one who can give me the movie that belongs to that little gem.  


I'm sorry. I'm not just throwing movie quotes around willy nilly to prove myself to be a great big movie nerd, my mind is just giving me more movie quotes than independent thoughts at this point.


Okay, so I had intended to tell you about my root canal shortly after coming home, but I never got around to it.  And it's not a bad thing I waited, because I've gathered a lot more information.  The actual procedure wasn't bad.  Long, uncomfortable, but not too painful.  I came home slightly numb, and waited for that to fade and the pain to show up.  About 30 minutes later, it did.  A bit.  A little bit of throbbing, I took some Tylenol and it was gone.  Things changed around 3pm, when the Tylenol and anything else that remained in my system began to fade.  I have since taken a 4 o'clock and more recently a 9 o'clock dosage of my Tylenol, to absolutely no avail.  It's just getting worse.  I've been mostly fine most of the day, and now I'm getting that, "did someone just try to use my head as a pinata" feeling.  It is AWESOME.  No, no wait.  It is, rather, making me want to say all SORTS of dirty words.


BAH. Rancid Monkey Balls this hurts!!


There we go, now I have a potty mouth.  I can't believe that I have to do this again.  Kids, don't neglect your teeth.  Visit your dentist happily, because regular cleanings now will help avoid baseball-bat-to-the-face pain later.  The more you know.


Anyway, other parts of today.  I wore my second thrift store shirt today.  It's from Izod, and it, once again, cost me $2.95.  I must say, 'new' clothes that cost so little are definitely sprinkling little happy glitter bits on my otherwise crap-hole week.


For your viewing pleasure, me, before the pain made it impossible to take pictures without, say, giving my camera the finger.

It looks similar to the blue one from yesterday, but that's the end of that.  The others are different-er.


Anyway, have a great night kids, and remember to brush your teeth before bed!!

Dressing fail, and some scary s**t

You know those little plastic things that hold the price tag onto your shirt?  Well I certainly do.  And I most certainly wouldn't have washed my clothes with them still attached, and then worn my shirt to work today with that little piece of green plastic sticking out of my shoulder.  Of course not.  That would have been ridiculous.  And embarrassing.  And really, I'm sure EVEN if I would have gone so far as to do all that, there must've been someone I saw throughout the day who had the common decency to let me know I was making an arse of myself.  Right?  No?  No one???  ::Crickets chirp::  So, apparently not.  That was pretty awesome.

So, I'm nervous guys.  I'm nervous and embarrassed and not at all looking forward to tomorrow morning.  You see, although I take very good care of my teeth, it seems I skipped well, about a decade's worth of regular dental check ups.  After that kind of neglect, with no apparent problems and no dental insurance "just to check in", I went and got knocked up a couple years ago.  Despite taking my daily Prenatal Vitamin more religiously than I, say, change my socks or shampoo my hair, my teeth began a terrifyingly rapid deterioration process that was a little bit painful and a lot bit horrifying.

Needless to say, I've gotten the verdict:  I'm in need of TWO root canals.  I've never had a root canal.  I'm in my frickin 20's, I should be able to maintain my teeth at this age without ridiculously frightening and painful medical procedures... right?  It would seem not.

Tomorrow at 9am sharp I'll be plopped into a seat by my nice Korean dentist (I assume he's nice, I can't understand a cotton-pickin thing the man says, and he does NOT seem impressed by the half dozen Korean words and phrases I thought I knew).  He will then, I assume, act out one of the scenes from Hostel, focused largely on the inside of my mouth.  Again, from what I've been told, this is what I'm assuming.  "And then, there's this big drill..." "And then my face swelled up to the size of a pumpkin and it got infected and they had to cut out half of my tongue..." "That's when I prayed for the sweet release of death and stabbed a kitchen knife through my own hand...."

Yep.  It all sounds pretty grim.  Also, I'm severely allergic, like, Doc says I might just die kind of allergic, to NSAID pain relievers, meaning Ibuprofen and Ibuprofen related products, also known as everything stronger than Tylenol.  Oh, and I shouldn't take too much Tylenol because my body may THINK that I took Ibuprofen and I might die.  Stupid body.

I guess what I mean is, I'm sending my daughter to her Grandmother's house tomorrow, so that I can be alone while I have my OWN chance to scream, cry, and pray for the sweet release of death.  Guess I'd better hide those kitchen knives!

Hope your day looks absolutely nothing like mine tomorrow.