Haven't been posting here lately. Been Twittering though! See below, down there on the right.
ANYway....I'm not going to say the usual "Been crazy busy" bullshit because EVERYONE is, even all those people who have lost their jobs. Me, on the other hand, I love my job more and more every day. Partly because I have one and I get paid. Partly because the company I work for is in the process of acquiring another company that is twice its size AND I just got a raise! And partly because I have something to do every day whether I like it or not. So, why do I feel confused and guilty or just plain guilty? Oh, because I have a job. I plan on working hard to keep it also.
In the mean time I'm recovering from the trauma of losing a tooth. Yes, it is traumatizing and I know I'm a wimp. It's not like it got knocked out or anything. I actually went to the dentist and had him pull it out. Yes it was per the advice of the endodontist who was doing a root canal and found that it was fractured. So, after five total trips to the teeth doctors (one to my amazing Chiropractor) and a week of excruciating pain while they all try to figure out what the hell is wrong with me, I now have a hole in my mouth that I didn't want. I like my teeth, they are healthy, normally. I don't know how the hell this happened; I was asked if I grind my teeth at night. I don't know I'm asleep! Can you grind your teeth while snoring so loud the kids complain they can hear you in the living room? After my tooth was ripped from my mouth they sent me on my way with gauze, antibiotics and Vicodin (thank you very much) but nothing about what to do next. Not sure if I need to get a FALSE TOOTH (Jesus Christ, I'm getting old) or if I can just leave it as is. It is, WAS, the last molar on the bottom. Oh just writing this is making me suddenly nauseous. It's probably the infection that was part of this whole package. I have this gland under my jaw that is so swollen it looks like a goiter and it hurts and I feel yucky. Waaaa. Again, I know, big effing baby. And that is enough of that.
In other news, my life is full. We have a full house with Princess and Doodles here. Full of all their stuff, everywhere and full of crying, vomiting, learning to walk and talk, giggling, hugging and kissing my beautiful grandson who turns one year old in a few weeks. Full of dust, cats, dogs, too much stuff of my own, Prince and his drama with his girl friends parents, Hubby working so hard all the time, Duchess living too far away... Yes, I have it all and wouldn't change a thing. I lie, I would change a lot but where would I start? Oh, a bigger house.
Time for a nap and some more ibuprofen.