Well, I sit here and type this with my numb mouth. Really, the root canal wasn’t too bad. With all the braces and mouth surgeries I’ve had, it didn’t seem bad at all. The dentist was done so quick, in less than an hour, that he offered to fill a cavity next to the root canal tooth. I thought, “What the hell? I’m already in it for 1600 dollars, what’s another couple hundred towards the dentist’s Ferrari fund?” You’d think they’d give me a discount for the filling; I was already numb and everything. But, nope, I paid full price for this baby.

One thing I come away from this knowing, when this tooth gets paid off, or hopefully even before then, I’m gong to start a medical savings account. We just need to plan on these things being a monthly expense so it doesn’t hit so hard when it happens. Ahh, the joys of being an adult… a self-employeed, uninsured adult.

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(Oh and Honor just told me that he needed to go potty and he went and sat on the potty and peed all by himself! wow.

Edit: I should also mention that he not only went on the potty, but that he carried it into the dining room for me to see. Can’t get much by that boy.)

I’m feeling much better today, except that I just paid bills and that’s never makes anyone feel good… except, I guess, not being able to pay bills, which makes you feel worse… so I guess I’m feeling better today. My root canal is scheduled for 7am tomorrow, nothing like starting the day out great! I’m relieved that I at least got an appointment with my regular dentist rather than the rude and uncompassionate one I saw yesterday. If someone is going to spend an hour and a half hammering on my poor tooth, they had better be nice.

Even though I’ve been laid up, I haven’t got as much knitting done as I would have liked. I finished my Koigu sock, but I refuse to post a photo of it until the second one is done. That will give me some sort of motivation to finish the second. I’m working another purse, my own pattern, and it’s coming along, slowly. Also I’m almost finished with the Linen Print shawl for my mom, it’ll only be about a month late for her birthday, oops. All of my projects are in varying stages of completion, but all I can think about is this rug. I want to knit it so bad!

It’s just so amazing! Someday, I will finish my huge list of projects I have to get finished and I will knit this rug. Someday…

Yesterday, I woke up at 7:00am (so really 6:00am to my body – thanks Daylight Savings Time) with the most terrible toothache of my life. It was like the kind of sharp excruciating pain that makes you want to scream, except you can’t scream because your tooth is killing you. I quickly took a Darvocet that I had leftover from something or the other and sprayed the tooth with some Chloraseptic to numb it. The Chloraseptic gave me about 20 seconds of relief before the pain came back and I wanted to smash my head into the wall.

I was trying not to wake Jim up, but finaly I woke him up and asked him to call the dentist. All this happened between sprays of Chloraseptic – it was starting to make me sick but it was the only way I could handle the pain. Seriously, I told Jim that I’d rather be having a baby than suffering that toothache. The dentist called me in some Vicodin and some antibiotics and Jim got me a shot of Vodka to hold in my mouth.

Vodka at 8:00am, when you’re feeling sick to begin with, is not very enjoyable. I finally couldn’t handle it any more and tried just holding some water in my mouth. Surprisingly it helped. And it’s what I did for the next 4 hours. I took another Darvocet around 9:00am, and just sat there watching the clock, with a mouthful of water, waiting for 45 minutes to pass so I could get some relief. It didn’t help. And I just started to cry, which was really hard with a mouthful of water. I was so frustrated by the pain and the lack of relief, I was worried that I wasn’t going to be able to sleep and that I’d be up all night, holding water in my mouth. I just couldn’t take it. Honor was sitting on the couch, and he kept asking, “Mommy are you crying?” And he started to cry. I felt so bad, he was worried about me. And he was being so sweet, giving me hugs and touching my cheek.

Finally, after two Vicodin and some antibiotics, I threw up. And for some reason, my tooth started to feel better. (I think the antibiotics started to help.) I was finally able to sleep. Since then it’s gotten better and better. Although, I’m still taking Vicodin every 4 hours, I’m scared for the pain to come back.

I went to the dentist this morning, and I have to have a root canal. A SIXTEEN HUNDRED DOLLAR root canal. Either that or have my tooth pulled. So I went ahead and scheduled it for Wednesday, but I’m sitting here thinking, is my tooth worth $1600? That’s like a down payment on a car. I think I’m going to go ahead and do it, but geeze this sucks. I’m just glad I’m not dying from pain anymore.