Brrrr…. I’m sitting here in my office, shivering in that new Naadam shawl collar cardigan, trying to keep my hands warm by holding my cup of coffee between every few lines I type. I decided to leave the tags on and try it out, but it is not doing the trick. I definitely need something thicker and warmer, so I’m about to go change so I can send it back in pristine condition.
Anyone got a suggestion for me? I used to wear my Barefoot Dreams circle cardigan on days like this, but it’s shrunk over time, and it’s not comfortable anymore. Time to pass it on and find something else. Or maybe just order another one of those in a size up? That’s a possibility, I guess…
It’s not even THAT cold outside, all things considered. It’s hovering around 32 degrees, but it’s damp and gray, with sleet and freezing rain supposedly on its way. I just want to huddle up by the fire and sip coffee and read. That’s probably what I’ll do after I get this post up.
This week has pretty much been overshadowed by my dental woes. I lost a filling right before Christmas, and they put in a temporary to get me through the holidays. I was supposed to go in next week for the buildup and temporary crown, but the makeshift filling fell out last Tuesday, which left me in a very painful situation.
Fortunately I was able to get an appointment on Thursday, thanks to all the Covid-related cancellations, but it was not an easy procedure. The tooth in question is the one of the molars in the very back of the top of my mouth, which my dentist told me is the worst tooth to work on. She wasn’t lying. Evidently that tooth had three fillings in it, and she had to clean them all out and then do the prep for the crown.
It didn’t help that the novocaine wore off twice during the three-hour ordeal. She only gave me more the first time, and at the end, they just kept working through the pain. So yeah, good times.
I was hoping the worst was over when I left the dental office, but I’ve been in pain ever since. I don’t think it’s the tooth… at least I hope not. I think it’s the gums and inside of my cheek, which is all torn up. For some reason, I do okay during the day, but it’s been waking me up at night so last night I took an 8-hour Tylenol, and that helped. I’m on day 3 and finally starting to feel a little better.
Of course, I still have to go back for the permanent, and while they don’t usually use novocaine for that, she told me that she would for me because I have such a hard time. That’s all find and dandy, but the novocaine is what I dread the most. I hate the rest of the experience, but the needle is what gives me all the anxiety leading up to these appointments.
Still, I’ll take it, because the last time she replaced a temporary crown, it was excruciatingly painful for her to clean it out and blow air into the area to prep for the permanent one. I don’t want to go through that again.
I’ve been told that there are dentists who do same day crowns, but I don’t know of any around here. I definitely need to find myself one because this is my second crown in three months, and I have a feeling it’s not going to be my last. If you know of one or of a way to find one, let me know! It’s amazing how dental issues can affect your quality of life. I can pretty much think of nothing else right now.
Not to suggest that I have nothing else to think about. My other big project at the moment is getting Caroline back to college, as classes start on Wednesday. Even though they’ll be virtual for a few weeks, she wants to get back up there and settle into her dorm, so Paul is driving her up and flying back tomorrow.
Of course, with Covid, nothing is easy. They’re requiring her to quarantine until she can show a negative PCR test, which she can take at the college when she gets there, but that has a 3-4 day wait for results. She doesn’t really want that, so we managed to get her appointment around here this afternoon that can have the results back within the hour, so that’s the main item on our agenda for today.
That, along with packing her up and getting mentally prepared to send her off in the middle of this latest Covid surge. How none of us have had it so far is beyond me, but I feel like we’re all ticking time bombs.
So yeah, that’s the latest from my neck of the woods. Not exactly the most uplifting post I’ve ever written, is it?
It’s not all bad, really. I spent a few hours catching up with a friend on Friday night, and Becca and I went to the mall yesterday to find her a dress for a party she has coming up, which was a good time. After that, I met some friends for a late lunch. We have’t all been together in weeks, so that was really fun.
I’ve also been diligent about getting out for 40-45 minutes every day to walk or run. That’s been really good for my mental health, and hopefully my physical health as well. There are days when I’m so tempted to skip it because I have so many other things I need and want to do, but I never regret making the time. Once I’m done, I feel so much better, and everything else falls into place somehow.
I know everyone has stuff going on right now, and this latest Covid surge isn’t making it any easier. We’re supposed to be getting over the hump here in the next few weeks, so hang in there!