Poor Tim had what he thought was a loose crown yesterday, until this morning -- when it came off with the tooth in it. Yikes! It was over a root canal, though, so he says it doesn't hurt. It's a spiffy gold crown, so I told him he should have it made into jewelry. (I am perhaps not the most helpful wife.)

Poor Tim.

H has started using one of these. He pours in the lightly stirred egg, cubes a turkey sausage patty and distributes the cubes evenly across the container, follows cooking directions while an English muffin toasts, turns out the egg and sausage patty onto the muffin, slaps on a slice of sharp cheddar and a sprinkle of Hungarian paprika, and it's a darn good lunch sammich. It's my bread, pasta, and rice portion for the day, but worth it. And I'm not hungry again till dinner time.

I just bought the electric version of that. I haven't tried it yet.

Gronk. TCG didn't get home from his meeting until after midnight, and it's rainy and miserable here this morning. I have in theory an appointment with the diabetic counselor and furniture delivery happening. Must.get.moving.

Oh, honestly. I am the most delicate flower to ever try to exist in a world trying to attack me with foreign objects.

It's only been 2 days of taking Lexapro, and I'm feeling itchy and flushed. WHAT THE HELL, man. I'll give it another day or 2 (I think) to see if it subsides, but I suspect my delicate flower of an immune system is overreacting AGAIN.

I've taken Lexapro a couple of times, and I don't think I ever felt anything. If it made me less anxious, it wasn't noticeable.

The new teacup china cabinet is here! It was only a half hour late this morning, and it is gorgeous.

The meeting with the diabetic counselor went okay. She wants me to exercise more, which no one else had mentioned to me up until now, and she said if I need to have a small cheat it should be with my afternoon snack because my afternoon and evening numbers are always good.

Back in the day when I took Zoloft, as soon as it went generic and my insurance switched me to generic, I had an allergic reaction. This is generic Lexapro, so it's entirely possible that it's just the generic formulation fucking with me.

We could try the brand name (which will be ridiculously expensive), but I'm not sure I want to even be on an SSRI, so I don't know what I want to tell my doctor. Will ponder.

Teppy, I'm sorry the medication is treating you badly.

I'm like, side effect girl--feeling your pain, tep. I have nightmares about Tim's thing, though, on a surprisingly frequent basis. Except I'm always somewhere trying be cool, and bang, either a filling or some teeth pop out. Then, of course, I have to talk to my(fake) in-laws or my pretend snooty boss. The stress feels real, though.

He's surprisingly calm for a dang tooth just breaking off while he ate a banana. Though he might be freaking out internally and not telling me, because of the whole Anxiety Level Code Red dealie earlier this week.

I'm like, side effect girl--feeling your pain, tep.

It's so annoying.

Tim might want to pick up one of those emergency dental kits from the drugstore. With one of those, he can either temporarily glue the tooth back in or make an emergency filling.