thank goodness it’s friday.
November 5, 2010 by Stephanie O'Dea
You know how everything is supposed to work out the way it’s supposed to work out but you don’t always know how it’s going to work out until it’s all worked out later?
so. I woke up yesterday with a pretty bad toothache. My teeth have been hurting on and off for the past three weeks—I had some dental work done during the summer, and the two teeth worked on are the ones that are bugging me. I’ve tried different things to help the pain go away—I’ve switched to sensitive toothpaste, bought a mouthguard in case I was grinding my teeth, and have taken large doses of Advil.
The Advil is the only thing that works.
so. When Adam called around 9am to check in and said it looks like we can all go with him on a work-related trip in the next week, I asked if he’d come home early so I could go to the dentist. fine. all good.
so. The dentist appt was only 20 minutes because it looks like I need a root canal (or two. ugh. but the good news is that I get to try valium for the first time, which I’m kind of looking forward to. is that bad?) and need to come back later. I got a prescription for antibiotics (it looks like I also have a sinus infection along with the inflamed nerves, which was discovered during the xrays, and the reason I didn’t notice was because of the LARGE quantities of Advil I’m consuming. note to self: buy stock in Advil.) and called home to see if I should go get the prescription or come home.
It was decided I’d come home and grab a kid or two.
so. I get home, become sidetracked (because hello that’s who I am) and realize OH MY wehavesoccerrightthisveryminute and get cleats and the needed accoutrement and head towards the door. But. I see a bee.
and then another.
they’re coming out of the fireplace. The kids are now screaming and the baby is crying. Adam shoves us out the door and we go to soccer.
and he fixes it (seals fireplace with plastic, calls exterminator, and uses the Lands End catalog to kill the ones in the house). because he’s home. and he’s only home because I had a dental appt., and only because we’re going away, and OH MY if the bees decided to come out while we were away, we would have come home to a HOUSE FULL OF BEES.
so there you go.
life is weird.
(me: go to the pharmacy, pack stuff for 4 people, and the stuff the 5th person ALWAYS forgets, but that’s okay because he just saved us from a hive full of bees, sign up for independent study for the kids so the school still gets state $$, wait for the exterminator guy)
buy more Advil