I thought about calling in. I wanted to call in. I wanted to tell my boss that I am pending blood test results and that I cannot come back until I get this problem fixed, but that would be a sign of weakness. I can’t do that. I can’t be weak. I will be following Judson tomorrow, and I have to evaluate his performance (he doesn’t know this) to see if he’s worthy of staying as a permanent employee. I haven’t followed Michelle yet, but I will on Friday. I think Keith is going to fire her anyway because she doesn’t have a PhD at all, nor does she even have a Bachelor’s or Associate’s. Last I knew, you had to have a PhD to work with the chemicals we work with. Not that I don’t think she can’t be put somewhere else, like working the desk. I think she’s pregnant. I frequently see her driving her dad’s Lumina around town, and the other day I saw her at a drug store, three towns over from where she lives, buying a pregnancy testing kit. So she needs a job. But we have to be safe, too.

I’m off to take some meds and try to sleep off this vision disturbance. It doesn’t hurt, and it doesn’t have any irritation that I can physically feel. But it’s annoying. I hate seeing those wavy lines across my vision, those rippling, pooling lines, that makes everything seem as though I am viewing the world from under water. Or through a watery window. I hope it’s nothing, and just a small phase or a miscalculation of my medicines.

My vision messed up again today. It was awful. A bright circle of flashes blurred out the entire right side of my vision. I couldn’t watch TV, it didn’t go away when I closed my eyes. I was worried it wasn’t going to ever end, and it lasted much longer this time than the other time.

I also made my first serious WordPress theme for the public. If you want to download it, just click the picture below. All I ask is that you keep my link at the bottom. If enough people like it, I can add more or even make some Blogspot themes.

I called Doc Mick and left a message on his voicemail. Hopefully, he’ll get back to me tonight, if not tomorrow.

The flashes of light kept me from enjoying the stars tonight. Every time I would focus on a star, the flashes would smudge it out. All I could see were blurs of light, and the stars in my peripheral vision. It just wasn’t the same. :-*(

I will admit: I was never a runway model. I will never be one. I don’t want to be one, and I never aspired to be one. I wanted to be healthy and happy, and able-bodied. Is that really too much to ask for?

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.

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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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?

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.

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 +∞.