The dentist yesterday SUCKED. It turned out that the two teeth she was working on were in worse shape than she'd expected. So the one that she thought just needed a filling replaced in, needed a *#@$*&# root canal. Plus despite the IV sedation I WOKE UP and was awake when they removed the back molar. ARGH. ARGH. ARGH.
I am better today, though I think I may have actually frightened my boyfriend. (GROSSOUT ALERT - SKIP THE REST OF THIS PARAGRAPH IF YOU ARE EASILY GROSSED OUT. IF YOU ARE NOT EASILY GROSSED OUT, OR IF YOU JUST PLAIN NEED MOTIVATION TO CONQUER YOUR FEAR OF THE DENTIST AND GO BEFORE YOU WIND UP LIKE ME, KEEP READING.)
I was sleeping on a heating pad yesterday afternoon after getting home and taking my Tylenol 3, and apparently a small piece of gum tissue came out of my mouth onto the heating pad. And then I drooled on it, because due to my sore gum, I was sleeping with my head tilted at a downwards angle. So my boyfriend came in to check on me, and there was a 5-inch-wide red stain spread around my mouth. He ascertained the cause right away, which made me VERY glad he was the one looking after me, because I have friends and relatives who would have started screaming and dialed 911.
Oops, I have to go. I haven't put any sunflower seed in the bird feeder in two weeks and there is a whole FLOCK of sparrows outside my bedroom window, chirping. So apparently I need to go encourage them to keep depending on my welfare handouts, and fill their feeder.
Also? The mood picture is absolutely perfect for this post. ILU, Sam Tyler.