“There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Mistral’s Kiss
I had to go out today to get more tulle to finish the tutu I was making. I only had enough to do about half of it. The girl at the fabric counter at Joann’s was really nice and helped me make sure I got the same tulle as last time. There are so many next to each other that are close to the same color and I couldn’t find the bar code/tag info on them. I didn’t think to take a sample of it with me but I had my receipt. She used that to find what I bought the last time.
It was so cold outside (-43 below zero F) and windy so I was really bundled up and went from my car to inside really fast. Normally I wouldn’t even leave my house in this cold but I just hate being stuck in the middle of a project. I left the car running and the heat turned up so it would be nice and warm when it was time to leave. After looking around for a while I had gotten hot and took off my coat. It’s a good thing I didn’t need much because all that gear takes up most of the cart. Well when I went to leave I put all my stuff back on except my gloves and I didn’t zip my coat. Big mistake. My car was only about 15 feet from the door. I dropped the keys though and I got so cold in that short amount of time because of the wind. I hurried and got in the car which was really warm but because I have fibromyalgia getting cold had already started to cause my pain to flair up. My hands hurt so bad. After I got home I started feeling really tired and I couldn’t get warm! I piled blankets on and turned the heat up but nothing seemed to help. My restless legs also flared up too and that usually doesn’t happen during the day. After taking all of the different medicines I needed and huddling under the blankets again I finally started to relax and got some rest.
So now I’m awake but still achy and shivering. I really want to work on the tutu or my crochet project but my hands hurt too bad. I think I’m going to try running a really hot bath with epsom salt and take a long soak. Hopefully that will chase away the cold.
A man begins cutting his wisdom teeth the first time he bites off more than he can chew. -Herb Caen
What’s the point in having teeth that don’t have enough room to grow?
My 18 year old son has been in a lot of pain from his wisdom teeth trying to come in. I remember how bad it hurts. I went to the wrong dentist when I was having pain with mine way back when and he said they were fine and I just needed to wait. I suffered through and then my wisdom teeth started cracking and falling apart. It turned out they were impacted and jammed together too close so they were also damaging the teeth beside them. So I had to have them removed then and I really wish I hadn’t waited like I was advised.
I was going to make sure my son didn’t have to suffer like that. I called the dentist office and they gave me the number for an oral surgeon that would be more likely to get him in sooner than later. The only problem is they are not open on Monday’s so that means longer for him to suffer. His gums were all swollen and bleeding and the sides of his face was swollen. They finally called on Tuesday morning (thank goodness) and I took him in to get x-rays. The doctor said there wasn’t enough room so they all needed to be extracted. They would have done it that day if he hadn’t eaten anything but he ate some bread. So then the soonest they could get scheduled was the 16th. I was really hoping he could get it done sooner but that will give him some time to take the antibiotics.
See, he is hairy and unkempt but he is almost smiling even in pain! This was taken a few days ago though. He is looking a little puffier now.
They didn’t give him any pain medicine and I was surprised. They said the amoxicillin would help that. I’ve been giving him 600 mg of ibuprofen and that seems to help some. He is such a tough kid and I just can’t stand to see him hurting. Even as a baby when he had to have a shot he never cried. He glared at the nurses and made one cry because he looked at her like she was evil LOL Poor girl. As a little boy he never cried when he got hurt and as an adult he never shows emotion when he gets hurt. He’s no pussy, that’s for sure. That is why it is killing me to see him in pain because I know it is bad if I can tell. It may as well be my pain because it is hurting me to see him hurting!
So, yesterday I was out with him all day…. at the oral surgeon’s office, the grocery store, the pharmacy…. finally when I got back home and got him dosed up and settled in I decided to take a nap. Well, it turned out to be an extended nap because I didn’t wake up until 2 am! So I didn’t post yesterday so sorry NaBloPoMo. My boy comes first.
English: Freestyle skiing jump (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
WordPress Blog Prompt: What’s the 11th item on your bucket list?
Well I don’t actually have a bucket list written down but I do have several things I’ve always wanted to do like hang-gliding, riding a hot air balloon, go to Italy…etc. I have always wanted to go skiing and I live in Alaska and have never gotten to go. I really wish I had gone when I was younger and before I got fibromyalgia. Now, I’ll probably never be able to do it.
A friend of mine just went skiing. I saw her pictures online and was so excited for her…. Then, I was jealous. I really REALLY wanted to go and my husband doesn’t want to go down hill skiing. He tried it before and had a miserable time. He only likes cross-country skiing. I talked to my friend and she said I could go with her. She was going yesterday with her son who was in town anyway. I told my husband I was going to go when he came out and he talked me out of it. He was really worried about how I would feel afterwards. I knew I would have pain from it and I was thinking I could just bite the bullet you know? Well, he reminded me of some of the more difficult times I’ve had when all I did was get cold. He said, not only would I get cold but I would be exercising more than I’m used it. Way more since my muscles have shrunk down to nothing. So, I listened to my guidance councilor and didn’t go. After all, he is the one who has always been there by my side when I was down. He remembers how it was and I tend to tune it out. I want to think I’m still She-ra, princess of Power!!! I knew he was probably right and I’m not as tough as I think I am anymore. Pooh.
So now I’m going to put on my wii and skii! hehe <— I’m a poet and I know it!
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