|This is what I was doing the day after my ER visit. |
Maybe I was disoriented after enjoying a 74 degree
day in November at the zoo. It could happen.
This bear is swimming underwater
chasing a fish they let loose in there.
I've gathered you all here to share the two additional things that I did the week when my brain left the building.
I had a dentist appointment Wednesday afternoon. *remember, I visited the ER Monday morning, and I do feel like my illness messed with my schedule*
I knew I had said dentist appointment. Did I refer to my calendar or the text reminders to double check the time for the appointment? I did not. I believed that the appointment was at 3:15. I relied on my brain. Clearly a mistake.
The office called me as I was driving there, I was like WHOA, CHILL OUT PEOPLE. I'M ON MY WAY. SETTLE YOURSELVES. Um, that's when they told me my appointment was for 3:00 and I was, in fact, late. I apologized profusely.
I dislike the new hygienist. The former hygienist was amazing and everyone in our family misses her terribly. I'm sure this woman is good at what she does, but she is not gentle.
She poked my gum REPEATEDLY, made it bleed, and then asked me how long that spot had been bothering me.
Me: (what I wanted to say while wincing from the sudden stabbing pain in my gum) UM, WELL - I GUESS ABOUT TEN SECONDS. EVER SINCE YOU ATTACKED ME WITH THAT INSTRUMENT.
She convinced me during my last visit to purchase a water pic. I bought one. I hate it. Only used it once. I told her so on my recent visit and she urged me to give it another try. Someone should take me out for ice cream or something, because I HAVE been using the dreaded water pik regularly ever since.
As much as I don't care for this woman and her tiny attack instruments, I did feel terrible for being late and for messing up her schedule. I told her so. I used to babysit for the dentist's kids when I was 12, and he is wonderful. I apologized to him too when he came in to take a peek at my bloodied teeth.
When I left the dentist, I decided to drive a bit further to my gastroenterologist's office. They had a celiac panel script for me. Silly me, I thought since it was the year 2022 they could email me the script, but not the case.
Blood work script in hand, I decided to just get my blood drawn on my way home. I had nothing else going on that evening. I was all about strike while the iron is hot, or in this case while the possible gluten would register in my blood.
|It was Coach's birthday Tuesday and|
Lad put a sing on him for a bit:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MASTER, WOOF.
I wouldn't call Coach his
master, but still cute.
I got home at 5:15 pm, looked at Reg, and my brain clicked into the 'on' position.
I groaned: OH NO, I DID IT AGAIN! REG - WE MISSED YOUR PORTRAIT APPOINTMENT.
Despite the fact that Reg is a good looking kid, the photographers that come to school to take yearbook photos have failed MISERABLY to take a halfway decent photo of him EVERY.YEAR.
On Tuesday, (the day before), I had called the company.
Me: I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE DEAL IS WITH THE HEAD TILT, BUT MY KID DOESN'T TILT HIS HEAD LIKE THAT. NOTHING COULD BE MORE UNNATURL LOOKING. PLUS THEY TRIED TO TAKE A SERIOUS PHOTO OF HIM OR HE WAS MID SNEEZE, BUT REGARDLESS THAT POSE DIDN'T WORK OUT.
The woman laughed, apparently thinking my head-tilt question was a rhetorical question when in fact I really wanted to know. She was very nice though and said we could come to the studio in a nearby town for a retake. I scheduled it for 5:00 on Wednesday and then TOTALLY FORGOT TO GO.
The photo place is REALLY hard to get in touch with, but I called repeatedly on Wednesday and ended up rescheduling for that night.
I texted Reg: WE ARE GOING. DON'T LET ME FORGOT.
|Isn't this cute and clever? |
A kid had this in her lunch
at my house one day
before Halloween. Not as
cute as Reg's new photo.
You'll have to take
my word for it.
It makes one wonder, will we always have school picture drama moving forward? Although it was very entertaining to watch the JC Penny lady drag 6 foot Mini across the floor by her ankles in May, I'm relieved that I didn't end up there with Reg.
I have some updates for you on various fronts, like the blood work $268 charge. Coaches (not my Coach). My daycare this year: the good, the bad, & my patience called and wants to suggest a new career path. A little Irish dancing news. I've also seen a funny show, that's new to me. How are my pinkies? I'm glad you asked. I won't get to all of this in my next post, but get excited . . . it's coming.
Do you use a water pik? Love it or hate it?
Oh, I recently reminded Coach before I told him something I was contemplating: JUST REMEMBER THAT YOU LOVE ME. Any guesses on what I was mulling over?