I have friends; the dentist is not one of them.

Hello again!  On top of my emotions and the craziness that went on for the past couple of weeks, I’ve been having some massive blog-farts!  Haha!  Anyway, I’m slowly getting back into the blogging groove. 

On Monday, I was scheduled for a tooth extraction.  Or you can say I had a tooth pulled, for a not so glamorous term.  Tooth extraction, pulled tooth, pulling teeth…same thing. 

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Let’s start from Sunday, the day of my last meal.  I was told that I wasn’t allowed to eat or drink ANYTHING 8 hours prior to my appointment.  I no joke ate like I was never going to eat again.  I was fine and stuffed from all the food and junk I ate until Monday morning rolled around. 

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I, the person who has to have her coffee or else all hell will break loose, couldn’t have it.  Not even the tiniest drop to tickle my taste buds.  I wasn’t a happy camper.  My appointment wasn’t until 10am so I tried my hardest to keep myself busy until it was time to go. 

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I finally made it there and the receptionist informed me that they were running 20 minutes behind.  I could feel myself getting hot but I didn’t take out my no-coffee-having frustrations on her.  Lucky girl.  So I sat and waited and I gotta tell you, I felt like this dentist office was torturing me.  I was already irate at the fact that I couldn’t have my morning usual and they had an area set up with coffee and water right in front of me.  It was torture.  I could have punched the guy sitting next to me.  But I didn’t.  I kept my cool as I watched all these people make their drinks and sip them in pleasure. 

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Half an hour, which seemed like a lifetime, went by only for the receptionist to tell me “I’m really sorry but it’s going to be another 20 minutes.”  Is she provoking me to reach out and touch her?  I was all sorts of annoyed that morning.  I’m not fond of admitting that but it’s the truth. 

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“Jennifer?” said the nurse.  That’s me, that’s me!!  I couldn’t be any happier that I was closer to making this torture stop.  I went in, sat on the chair, and waited for the dentist to come in.  I don’t have any issues with pulling teeth or having my teeth drilled but what happened next is what I had an issue with.  While they were attaching me to a machine, they explained that they will put me to sleep for this procedure?  What the what?  Can’t you just numb my mouth, pull my tooth, and call it a day?  I know, what a wimp. 

So as the dentist is injecting me with this evil stuff, he tells me “You’re going to start feeling dizzy and sleepy soon!”  He wasn’t even done injecting the stuff and I was feeling it.  I don’t remember anything about the procedure but when I came to, I felt like I was in the twilight zone.  I could hear voices.  They sounded far away but when I finally tried to focus, it was the nurse sitting next to me.  Really creepy I tell you.  It was a weird and scary experience.  It was like one of those movies where it’s dark and there’s a consistent light flashing.  I didn’t feel like I had control of myself.  I felt drunk and embarrassed that I couldn’t talk normal.  The nurse walked me to my car which was even more embarrassing because I couldn’t walk straight! 

The Mister was getting a kick out of it.  He thought I was hilarious when I told him we needed to go to Wal-Mart to get my wine.  All this and all I could focus on was wine.  Now you know my priorities….I kid! 

Anyhoo, that was my horrible experience with being sedated and I do not, I repeat DO NOT, ever want to go through that again.  It’s been 3 days and I’m ready to eat something other than mashed potatoes and tomato soup.  It’s been fun but I’ll be fine without you for the rest of the year. 

So how’s about you guys?  Any weird or traumatizing experiences at the dentist?  Do share! 

Until then,

Jenn.

Green Light.

I’ve decided to kick my rear back into reality and get over whatever funky-ness  that took over my brain.  Hooray! 

I love decorating and browsing through pictures of different homes and rooms but when it comes to the home I currently live in, I need to tread softly.  My living situation is complicated and I’ve tried desperately to go with the flow without complaining but after 5 years, frustration is starting to take its toll.  But that’s all I’m going to say about that in this post.  Maybe I’ll have the energy to post about my complicated living situation later.

Anyway, I got the green light from The Mister after much begging about wanting to do my projects.  I figured if I call them “projects” instead of saying re-decorating, it’ll be easier on his ears.  So, since my kiddos don’t have a room of their very own (remember, it’s complicated) I told The Mister that I wanted to make them a play area in the living room but in order to do that the pool table needed to be exited to an area not in this household.  And guess what?!?  The pool table is finally gone!  I am so stoked beyond words.  I mean, this pool table was huge and took up half the living room.  Not only did it not look right, it was also a hazard {in my eyes} and it wasn’t being used.  I have 2 little radicals and I could just see them jumping off of it and breaking a leg.  Or, the one time when The Mister forgot to put the balls away and Little Man #1 thought they were meant for throwing.  Not a good idea and I could just picture him throwing a pool ball at Little Man #2’s head.

 

So, with this pool table being gone it was time to do a little re-arranging.  I had to wait a couple of days for this one because we have this big dresser thing that I couldn’t move.  I normally can manage to move furniture by myself but this darn thing would not budge!  The Mister finally had a day off this past Friday and after four tries {of moving it}, a pulled back muscle, and some good hearty laughs, it was finally moved.

I wanted to take before and after pictures but my camera crapped out on me {sigh}….ahh, it’s bittersweet.  The Mister said I can have the camera I oh so want for my birthday in October which means I have to go a month and couple weeks of no picture taking {another sigh}.

I finally got to go home this past weekend and although it was great to see my family, I was on a mission to find furniture and décor for the play area.  Mission sort of accomplished.  All I have left to get is the activity table for the kiddos and we’re set.

We had to stay an extra day for Little Man #1’s dentist appointment.  Yes, I have to drive 2.5 hours to his dentist but now I’m getting smart and booking them around the weekend.  Anyway, I was dreading this appointment because brushing a 3 year old’s teeth is not fun when he’s not in the mood.  I thought I was for sure going to get scolding from the dentist but all went well.  Little Man #1 actually surprised me when he willingly sat up in that chair like a big boy.  No screaming or crying.  And, he is now a member of the “A’ole {Hawaiian for no} Cavity Club”.  I was so proud but mad because I couldn’t take a darn picture!  I did get a picture on my phone so if I could just figure out how to upload it.

Now that I’ve blogged your eyeballs off, I’m going to get my rear in gear and finish the play area.

Happy Tuesday!

jenn