Finally, my doctor called in the preauth to Cigna and my pharmacy is filling my prescription. After several days of me calling them both every day. Still don't know why Cigna suddenly needed a preauth for a med they've filled with no problem several times before.

Side effect of the med in question: vivid, oddly coherent dreams. They're little stories that make pretty good sense, unlike normal dreams. They're often violent, but not terribly scary. I'm living some interesting lives, these nights lately.

I hit and shook the machine, and it came out!

VICTORY!

Sounds like that machine deserved it!

Because I am sure you are all fascinated by the status of my gums - today more sore than itchy or achy, AND I remembered the orajel, so yay.

Funny how toothache and headache and stomachache and "aches and pains" describe such different types of pain.

You tell that machine, Jesse!!

I have also only heard of Gronk due to NPR, but I can see why that would be dirty. ;)

Yesterday I was all productive. Today I am having a hard time motivating. Funny how it goes that way.

Day 4 of gray, muggy, and occasionally wet, but I haven't quite adjusted to this being summer. Not that I mind it, it's just so different from the usual desert conditions.

When do you see the periodontist, -t? I go back to see my dentist next Tuesday to get imprints for the bridge which then gets placed on Friday (unless I want to hang out for a few hours on Tuesday, which....no).

I have gone back on my Lyrica. The face twinges started to return a bit and I jumped back on the med. No way do I want that pain back.

I can handle certain kinds of pain without much fuss, but other pain - oh hell no.

VICTORY!

Woot.

Friday, to determine whether they can do a crown lengthening or if we'll need to go extract and implant. Although if we need to extract, I'm going to question whether I need an implant. I feel like my lower jaw is too full of teeth, really, a gap might not be a bad thing.

I can handle certain kinds of pain without much fuss, but other pain - oh hell no.

Yeah, that's kinda what I mean. The quality of the pain, for lack of better terminology, is so different for various things called aches.

The quality of the pain, for lack of better terminology, is so different for various things called aches.

I also suck at describing pain. I think there are ways that doctors want you to describe it, but I am always like "Well, it feels like if I could take my leg and rotate it up over my head, like a Barbie doll, it would help the pain" or "It feels like someone is taking a rusty grapefuit spoon/melon baller and scraping out my uterus."

I've been keeping a bunch of boxes from various appliances or electronics in my closet. I want to have the movers pack everything for me because I'm getting relocation money and a corporate discount, and it turns out that I can't pack anything in those boxes myself, because if anything gets damaged it's on me and not the moving company.

I guess I'll be tossing out even more stuff tonight.