The problem with getting my butt out of bed before noon, and getting all my work done by noon, is that by 2:30 in the afternoon, I’m exhausted. Doc Mick says it’s because I took my Roxanol and that will cause sleepiness. Well, duh. But I wasn’t expecting it to make me sleepy since I have taken narcotics in pill form before, and they never really did anything like this to me before.
Some problems have come up at home. Mainly involving an argument about child care for Chloe, between Dennis and I. See, he called my mother over yesterday to watch Chloe while he slept off his pain meds and I was at the store. My mother and I do not see eye to eye about how a child should be raised, and she did something that neither I nor medical science agrees with, and it ended when I banned her from our home. I demanded to know why Dennis let her around our kids. Dennis said she was the only one who would watch them. I said they would have been better off alone than in her care. They certainly would be safer.
But I choose not to reveal what she did, least someone wants to make my flesh world a little harder. There is no more danger to my kids, the house is clean, and we’re reaching for that happy ending.
Today, Chloe was able to go back to school. I was able to organise the bedroom, so the closet doors shut without the laundry basket in the way. Dennis is going to the studio after a while, and there’s really nothing for me to do but try to nap away the effects of the Roxanol.
I was sick this morning. Vomiting. Hurting. Probably side-effects from the morphine I was given at the hospital. They sent me home with prescriptions for morphine. My doctor is not going to like this at all. I still have some more work to get done around here, but I am taking the morning easy. Let it last all day. 
A Day About Nothing
I wonder why Doc Mick upped my medication from Vicodin to Oxy? I have not taken any, too scared of the unknown side effects, but I’m curious as to why he’d do something like that. He also just gave me a bottle of Oxy in his office yesterday, in case I couldn’t make it to the drug store. I have a headache right now, but the hard parts are over. I won’t be needing anymore surgeries or procedures done for another year. I’m really happy about that. Does it mean that I’m getting well? The doctors I have rarely tell me anything. Doc Mick just drugs me and tells me to close my eyes and ‘not watch’ the procedures. But my morbid curiosity takes over, and I watch. This has annoyed him in the past, and he ups my dosages. I go back to see him Monday to get the stitches pulled. Then it’s over. I don’t go back for another year or so. Lucky, lucky me. I finally find a doctor who takes my pain seriously and gives me treatments that actually work and I can only see him once a year. That’s a good thing, I hope.
The weather has been strange here. It was “cold” yesterday and today. 68 was the high. For August, that’s not bad. It was October weather in the middle of summer. I’m torn between shutting the air conditioner off and turning it on after having a hot flash. The weather has made me restless. My sudden lack of pain has made me energetic. I want to go out and play in the nice weather while I can, but I devoted myself to solving the problems at home, first.
My monkeys have transformed to monsters. They trash the house. Let the dogs out the front door, where there’s no fenced yard. Turn the pet rat loose in the house. Dump food out of the cabinets and ice box. Dump trash out of the cans. Pull the sheets off mommy’s bed. Chloe even unplugged my bed; in both areas, and when I laid down today, water gushed out of the mattress all over me! All of them, except for Hayley, are acting up. No amount of sending them to their rooms or locking things up seem to help. When all else fails, they tear up the carpet and peel the wall paper off the walls. This transformation has come because mommy and daddy are mad at each other and they can feel the tension. They’ve guessed that if mommy and daddy are mad at them, we can’t be mad at each other anymore. It’s brilliant, really. They have outsmarted and out numbered us, and their plan worked. For now. There are deeper issues that have to be surfaced, and those issues aren’t going to be resolved overnight, nor will they be solved in front of the kids. We’re going to talk about this. Not tonight, because I’ve got a migraine starting, but soon.
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For the first time in nearly a month, I woke up with no pain whatsoever in my teeth! Since the Fourth of July, I had problems with my teeth that were constant. No matter what I did, brushed, flossed, rinsed with Listerine, rinsed with a cloves and alcohol solution, caked my teeth and gums in EMLA or Orajel, the pain was always there. I even resorted to asking my doctor for narcotics, and that did no good. He has this thing about not giving me pain medication, since I’m an addict and all. But today? There was no pain. I could chomp down, and there was no tenderness. I can touch my teeth, and there’s no pain. I even ate some waffles with butter and maple syrup, and chewed a little on the worked on side (not a lot, because I have temporary caps), and there was no pain at all! Trust me, just getting rid of pain this severe makes all the difference in the world.
I’ve been saving this little neat tidbit, but here goes: I have/had an octo-rooted tooth. Normally, teeth have two main roots. I had a tooth that had five main roots and three minor roots that branched off of the main roots. It really made my dentist’s day. Yep, look at me. The medical freak. 
When I go back next week, I’ll try to get a copy of my x-rays and post it here. You know you wanna see that!
Oh, I’m in a good mood today. I don’t know why. I have to go back to work tomorrow, and it’s the last week of freedom that I have for a few days. Maybe it’s all the narcotics I swallowed while I was waiting on my waffles to toast?
My teeth are fixed (somewhat):
I have temporary caps on the top and bottom teeth, but there’s no pain! I noticed that almost immediately. Other than some tenderness, which has all but vanished now, there is no pain at all. For the first time in my life, I can drink cold-to-room temperature drinks and not cringe in pain. Of course, the other side of my mouth needs worked on, but there’s no constant pain there, just when I take those cold drinks. The plan is to get the teeth fixed before I am in excruciating pain for weeks on end.
There are some changes coming to my web presence soon. Don’t worry. It’s probably all good.
You would (or maybe not) be surprised at what I did for a couple of jars of mushrooms, a good plastic fork, a cherry Dr. Pepper and a good straw.
Discovering my husband can’t hit my mouth with said fork and straw: Hilarious.
Quadruple root canals + one wisdom tooth extraction + one over crowding extraction and retainer: $7,800 + Tax.
Nanny expenses for ten days while I heal: $1000.
New Coach wallet because I said so: $130 + Shipping. We won’t talk about that yet.
Being able to have sugar, caffeine and solid food: Priceless.
Going to see the dentist on Tuesday to get these damned teeth permanently fixed: Priceless +1.
Stepping on the scales and seeing I’ve lost about 15 lbs in less than a week: Priceless +5 (and worrisome).
Knowing that the dentist is refilling my Vicodin prescription with six months of refills at 2-4 pills every six hours: Priceless +∞.
I’m hungry.
It’s been less than a week since I’ve stopped eating solid foods, and I miss eating more than I thought I would. I guess this is why I never really dieted. Eating is just part of who I am. That explains the weight issues, right?
I can’t survive on Gogurt/yogurt, Vitamin Water and Vicodin. However, the Vicodin passes the time quicker.
I’m almost tempted to numb my mouth with EMLA cream and eat this:
Yes, that is a cheeseburger with grilled cheese sandwiches for buns. I almost licked my screen when I discovered it.
Of course, if I numbed my mouth, I wouldn’t be able to chew, swallow, or most importantly, taste, so it would be pointless to eat after numbing, not to mention near impossible.
Dennis seems to think that my pain has gone on long enough, and I need to do chores to keep my mind off of things. Such as washing the mountain of laundry that has grown in the past few days, changing the sheets on the bed and making the bed, plus adjusting the pH and temperature (“I am SICK of sleeping on a cold, wet bag! I have a RASH from the mold in the bed!” WTF? You wanted a water bed!). I was also asked to dump my cloves/alcohol mixture (“The smell is making me sick!” Are you pregnant?). All of this must be done by 10pm, and I had to take him to the studio, in the blistering, hot July sun, and come home.
Joke’s on him though. I got the mail and the credit card bill. I’ve effectively destroyed the purchase listings of the bill, so there.
Morning Blues
In case anyone was wondering, this is what was hurting me yesterday/is still hurting me today:
See those teeth? They were cracked last week when I was hit in the face with the text book that fell out of my closet. The dentist told me that I could tell him “what really hit me in the face” and if it was “really a text book or a fist” but I’m sticking to my text book story. In the long run, the text book can’t deprive me of things I need, should this get any worse.
I’m on Vicodin, antibiotics, and I can’t eat. The pain is just that bad. I need several root canals to fix the problem, but I just can’t get them done yet. I’m already taking double the pain medication, and I’m already building up a tolerance to it. I’ve taken double the dose today, and I’m going to try to go to work like this. It should make for an interesting day.
Taking the morning meds caused a lot of pain, even though I took them with room-temperature water:
Think that’s enough pills? That’s not even all of them. I’m missing two of my prescriptions and I doubt that I will be getting them any time soon because we have all this drama to go through. I imagine with the pain I’m having, and the lack of a blood pressure pill, my blood pressure is back up to 300/250. Yes, it gets that high.
Dennis is repeating things the LOLCow has said to me. Apparently, he was listening in on part of my phone conversation yesterday, and he went apeshit over OMG, me talking about things that apparently happened “years ago”, despite the LOLCow making the same pathetic threats that all the other losers eventually make (calling the JAG on me, and so fourth). It was amusing this morning when my alarm went off; it’s a ring tone that’s like an old phone ringer. He ran over to the phone to see who was calling me at this hour, and the joke was on him: It was just a ring tone. Still, to end some of the drama, I deleted the alarm. Is it wrong that I just want this to all be over?
Oh, and I’m a shitty mother. I told my autistic eight year old step son not to be horrible this morning because he was singing at the top of his lungs, and now he won’t talk again. It’s going to be one of those days. Why haven’t the narcotics kicked in yet?
Jamie aka: The being known as Wonder Girl, 30, mother of four, wife to one, she is a senior biomedicine student who is learning to fit in in the world around her. After nearly three decades on this planet, she still doesn't know where she belongs. Best friend of Matt, sarcastic, spoiled, apathetic, kutie brat, babe. Just your average woman, living in a not-so-average world, surviving by her incredible super power of being able to see right through you while
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