This chihuahua (who is not cuter than Elvis) and I just dropped in to wish you a happypants birthday.
Enjoy!
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In brief: benefit e-fiction today and tomorrow only for authors Spider and Jeanne Robinson. They need money b/c Jeanne's battling cancer and even the Canadian system can't cover it all.
They are great authors and even better people. So buy some fiction from their friend and help out.
(Also, buy all of their books and read them till they fall apart. Then buy new copies. If you are interested in the human condition and how compassion helps. You'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll do both at the same time.)
"Shared pain is lessened, shared joy is increased; thus do we refute entropy." -- Spider Robinson
See previous posts explaining jaw pain, and xray of teefers...
Monday night I ended up driving myself to the ER, its just down the street anyways, I was in SO.MUCH.PAIN. I was crying laying in bed, heating pad nor the ice pack were helping and I just couldnt deal with it anymore. 4 days of isolated pain is just too much. The ER was quiet i got right in, got seen and left in about 30 minutes or so.
The physicians assistant said there was definitely some kind of infection, unsure if it was dental related since they dont have dental xrays there, but my right lymph node was/is swollen as all hell. I told him I'd been through advil, ibuprofen, vicoden, and morphine and none of them were working on relieving the pain. Hes all, well damn, what do you want then? I'm like hell you're the dr! figure it out! LoL. So he ended up giving me a shot in my mouth, one that was quick acting to instantly relieve my pain, and another that would last 6-8 hours. The relief was amazing. The initial shot hurt as always but it was so nice after that.... he also prescribed me amoxicillian to get rid of the infection, and Dilauded to keep me comfy. They also gave me a letter saying I COULD NOT go into work for the following 2 days. Hey fine with me! I didnt even ask for it! LoL
I did manage to get into the dentist last night at 6. The x ray showed that the previously filled cavity ended up abscessing. UGH 2nd time this has happened. Last time there was a bump on my gum line, this time, not so much it went all below my jaw into my lymph node. So they started the root canal last night, basically cleaning it out and putting some medicine in it to drain the infection I already have an appt next thursday so we'll finish it up then.
The assistant was pissing me off though, because she came to tell me that I was close to maxing out on my insurance, to which I told her no, i have no cap on the amount of dental claims, i called them earlier this year to verify that. She said "well in my 13 years of working here i have NEVER SEEN THAT SO.. its most likely not possible." We kept going back and forth and I said well, you guys can do whatever you can tonight and finish it next week since the 1st of the year is right around the corner.... and she was like ugh.. well .. yah i guess... i said either that, or you give me more dilauded to get thru till next week.. and shes like oh well no hes not allowed to give you that kind of medicine... she finally went away and the receptionist came back and said: "You're right, you DO have that kind of insurance, its very rare but you're a lucky one.. and ill tell her that... its just the end of the day and she's cranky....." I was just like really, you're gonna sit here and argue with someone whos been in massive pain for 4 days now? gimme a break.
So i'm feeling a smidge better today, my jaw basically hurts now from being open so much last night during the procedure and the shots he had to give me... but ive gone back to the vicoden and its working.. so ill save the remaining dilauded for another time (=
I HAVE to go to work tomorrow in order to get paid for NOT working this Friday, i should be okay I think. I need to get some laundry done today and clean up the place a bit. I havent moved from the couch or the bed the last few days. The cats have liked it, and Ellie's been confused as to why I've been home so much, and shes been mostly behaving but going to stir crazy now lol. We're supposed to be getting another storm here soon... ugh.
I should probably go eat something its 12:15 and all I've had today is OJ and drugs lol..
I hate to do this because it feels like such a teenager-blogger/LiveJournal thing to do, but I'm afraid I'm about to post simply to vent/whine/relieve stress. Feel free to ignore this post, it won't hurt my feelings. (Although I'm sure if it did hurt my feelings, I'd probably go write a post about that, too.)
My typing at the moment is slowed by the fact that there's an toilet paper-filled Hello Kitty (stay tuned for the irony here) band-aid wrapped around my right index finger, making every "h" or "n" or "m" come out as "juhnmk." (It's not that bad, but that's a funny looking word.) My finger is bandaged because it is BLEEDING PROFUSELY ON TWO SIDES courtesy of poor little Fritz and his very, very, very sharp teeth and very, very, very strong jaws. And the reason Fritz's teeth had any reason to interact with my finger at all is that for the third or so time, I attempted to give him a pill.
I have succeeded one time in giving Fritz a pill, and it was last night. I use the word "succeed" loosely here, because how much of a success is it if you're bleeding afterward? When the vet tried to show me how to give him this pill in November, even they couldn't get him to take it. 50% of why I didn't give him this intestinal-aimed antibiotic the first time was that it was almost impossible to give it to him; the other 50% was that they still hadn't actually diagnosed something, and I'm not super comfortable giving him meds for a mystery disorder.
I now know it actually is impossible to give him this crumbly, bitter ass pill even twice in a row, much less two times a day for 8 days. That is not going to happen. What I still do not know, unfortunately, is what the hell is even wrong with Fritz, and what other option I have besides the not-going-to-happen antibiotic. And injected antibiotic (one not aimed specifically at the digestive tract) worked for a few days but has now worn off. He doesn't have worms, he doesn't have giardia, I haven't changed his diet--we've now taken away even his treats, because maybe there's something in there upsetting his stomach, but it's been a day of treatlessness and no difference so far. I picked up his cardboard floor scratcher 3 weeks ago because he eats the shavings off it. We don't feed him people food; if he were getting into the garbage we'd know; all of our houseplants are in a locked room (and we didn't even get them until well after he'd started having an upset stomach).
I am completely out of ideas as to what is wrong here, unless the treat thing miraculously works out. I suppose I'll have to change his diet next, but considering he's eaten the same food since we got him in April and this started up in October, I don't think it's the food. I'm waiting to hear back from the vet today, and I'm sure it will involve adding to the $300+ bill I've already accrued with his last two unsuccessful visits.
In any event, I'm trying to keep this in perspective and just be glad he at least seems to feel fine. But it is difficult when my hand's throbbing and we've now had to bathe him twice. So I just wanted to whine a bit on Vox--sorry if you trudged through all this. You get a pat on the head. *pat pat pat*
A gift from our law firm. Not exactly good break room snackage, especially since we don't have a stovetop and sauté pan.
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Hey Miss Cranky, Hope you have a wonderful birthday. I'm really looking forward to us going through our 30's together. Here's a little pick-me-up for the day. I know how much you hate to get out from under the covers on cold mornings.
I've been doing nothing for weeks now. I had a small flurry last week, preparing for Christmas, but mostly I have been aimless and lazy and languishing upon any comfortable surface. I haven't enjoyed it though. It made me feel aimless and lazy and dare I say, guilty . Tonight I decided that was going to change.
I hereby give myself permission to do nothing.
Ahhh that feels so much better.
