The stupid pain last night didn't allow for much sleep and this morning the crown that hadn't been an issue became one making not only anything vaguely warm result in excruciating pain to not being able to chew. And then I valiantly soldiered on and we went to the Aquarium and AVAM. And it was mostly ok. Except that I've only eaten juice, a banana, an iced coffee, a strawberry lemon sorbet smoothie and I'm still trying to have a good time and it was just too much. I just kicked my parents out to go get me mushy food because I need SPACE under the best of circs and this isn't it.
I mean, I'm so falling apart my mother has offered me her hydrocodone if I need it.
And I hate them seeing me this fragile, cause I just wanted a nice visit, damnit.
It's just so frustrating.
So sorry, Sarameg. Although this probably IS a nice visit for them. Parents like being able to do some nurturing once in a while, and they don't get a lot of chances once we grow up.
Borbacare skin balance waters.
They were a spa week sponsor so we tried some for free. Saw no change in skin balance and they were NAST.
Borbacare skin balance waters.
I keep reading this as "Bobacare" and I think about how Mr. Fett decided to give up the bounty hunter business and go into skin care....
sara, I'm sorry about the dental pain. Your parents are lovely loving people. And while I'm sure they would prefer not seeing you in pain, I'd also like to be sure that they are just happy to be with you.
Mushy food thoughts coming your way.
{{sarameg}} I know your parents are happy to be with you no matter how you feel.
I keep reading this as "Bobacare" and I think about how Mr. Fett decided to give up the bounty hunter business and go into skin care....
Maybe if he had a Mary Kay pink starship.
I took Pico back to the vet tonight because four days off the meds, he's lost almost all interest in food again. So tomorrow he goes in and gets put under to lance the abscess. (If it is an abscess.) Poor little guy.
Best Presidential Dedication Ever!
My favourite prime ministerial dedication was for Harold Holt, our PM for only a couple of years or so. His term was cut short in dramatic circumstances; one day, while swimming off the Victorian coast, he disappeared under the waves. His body was never recovered.
His electorate named a swimming pool after him.
My mother hauls my dad off because she knows I'm getting antsy, and buys me mushy food.
My dad takes apart my halogen torchier that I'd been unable to disassemble, and fixes it.
