I had a tooth extracted on Friday. Who needs Intervention when you have me?
I also had a bottle of Darvocet from an earlier appointment this week, but that stuff was making me nod off. And considering my schedule (2 year old, job, need to drive), probably not the best treatment plan for me.
The Vicodin was making me really bitchy as it started to wear off. I had to plaster a smile on my face all day and force myself to be ultra-kind to passengers at the airport. I got a few hugs and a few screamed "Thanks, Mary!"'s throughout the day, so I must have been helpful... It also helped that US Airways was doing such a crappy job of taking care of their passengers - I absolutely glowed in comparison.
The Kid failed to nap this afternoon and then ran through the house, trying to either drink or smear on herself every chemical in the house. She was seriously tired, falling all over, and crying hysterically. And yelling at me. We went to my parents' and they gave her dinner while I slept on the sofa, clutching my face. I haven't eaten since Thursday, but I'm sure I'll gain five pounds regardless, as my body switches into "fear of starvation" mode.
I wonder how much my tooth weighed?
I got an email today from an old friend who was worried about us, after the news of the tornado in FL. It was about three hours north of here. The sky has been really strange for a couple of days, but we weren't touched at all.
Is it just me, or is Mother Nature working really, really hard to get rid of the Sunshine State?
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