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Step 1 of Operation send NIC to the UK
Downloaded, completed and printed passport application.
I have decided to tell myself “Nic is going to England”.
No ‘maybe’, no ‘if I can’.
“Success is sequential, not simultaneous” it says on a white board in our office building … One step at a time for a goal I’ve already decided WILL be realized. 🙂
Like pulling teeth … (Or, ‘don’t go into the light’).
I had never given the term ‘like pulling teeth’ much thought until yesterday. I think I equated it with having to do something difficult due to the task not being pleasant.
I no longer think that.
Yesterday I got the tooth that was the root (ha!) of my mouth problems pulled! YAY! It only took 2 years of putting off, saving up for and bitching about. But it’s out now.
Let’s talk about that.
I brought a friend, or rather, a friend brought me. I was playing it pretty cool all day until it was time to leave for my appointment, at which time I started getting silly and nervous.
I’ve never had a tooth pulled while I was awake. And the ‘Queen of Googling’ wasn’t touching that with a 100 ft pole. Fear of the unknown is pretty bad, but fear of online tooth extractions trumped the unknown. Hell no was I going to subject myself to such images … add my imagination to a little information and there is no way on this green earth my arse would have gone to the oral surgeon. Nope.
I got in the truck.
Some small talk, some laughs. We arrive.
Crap.
Funnily enough, I knew the receptionist. We both gave each other a ‘I know you from somewhere’ eyebrow and we figured out from where. A bank we both used to work for.
Nice. I had two friends with me now.
The doctor (do you call dentists that?) was running late. We ended up waiting almost an hour in the reception area. Enough time to render me deer like – ready to gallop off at the crunch of a leaf.
My turn.
Okay. I can DO this. Besides, my friend has better things to do and has waited with me – it had better not be for nought!
I’m in the chair and I’ll fast forward to the actual procedure, because there was lots of nervous chit-chat in between sitting in said chair, and procedure.
The shots. I have to admit – this guy was good. No matter how you stick a needle into someones mouth, it’s going to smart a little. But, he was quite gentle. Had a knack. Guess if you’re going to have ‘Surgeon’ next to your name, you’d better have earned it. Thumbs up for his hypodermic skills.
So I’m numb now – and of course, we have to test this out. Oh, I should mention, I’m not going to be naming any instruments. I have no idea what he put in my mouth. (hey now!)
I did not want to psych myself out by having a peek at sharp scary objects or grabby looking gripping things.
So he’s pushing something into my broken tooth. Nope don’t feel it.
Hey – this is going alright! I can do this!
Then he said: Because it’s an upper side/back tooth, it’s actually positioned by your sinuses. If there’s a hole afterward, I’ll repair it the best I can.
Wait, WHAT?!?!
I almost threw up. The idea of a ‘sinus hole’ for Gawd sake!
Believe me when I say – if my friend wasn’t sitting in that waiting room, I would have left the building. I would have saved up more money and insisted on being asleep for the procedure. I did not want to witness the discovery of any ‘sinus hole’.
But I did have a friend sitting in the waiting room. And I was not going to see her until my mouth was 1 tooth less.
I’m ready.
Back to that term – ‘Like pulling teeth’. Yeah. Ummm …. I was told to expect ‘pressure’. Pressure. Press-ure.
To me, that’s like someone poking me in the cheek or arm. Or pushing down on me.
Not, in any of the ‘pressure’ examples I was conjuring, was there a version where my entire head was bounced and yanked around by the tooth!
Holy COW! This pulling teeth deal is a violent thing! Those puppies are IN there.
I didn’t realize how hard someone has to pull to remove a tooth! How do they just come popping out during a fight in the movies? (I think I would have rather the dentist just used a left hook)
There are noises that accompany the yanking. Noises that apparently only I can hear. (He told me this).
Cracking, breaking, crunching sounds.
And just when I thought I couldn’t bear anymore, it was over.
No sinus hole either.
I left with a cheek full of gauze, minus 1 tooth and $200 lighter. Oh, and also came out with a little bump on my head – from hitting that light thingy above the chair while getting up. What a nice way to end the session – I wanted to giggle, but couldn’t really open my mouth. I think that smack on the head was the most painful part of the whole visit.
If you must have a tooth pulled, just go! Get it over with. You’ll be okay. Just watch out for the light.
Do NOT go into the light.
Little laundry girl
There’s an adorable little girl at the laundromat. She’s sleepy – lids are heavy, but she’s having fun finding laundry carts and pushing them like little shopping carts. The mom is patient with her too. When she dropped her french fries on the ground, she just picked them up. Mom and Grandma are trying to fold 4 dryers worth of clothes.
Not much fun for the little one in adorable pink soft boots.
It makes me smile though, because she’s being a trooper, and her guardians are kind and keeping an eye on her. Of course there are one or two patrons that have cut her the eye because God forbid, she pushed a cart in their path.
It makes me sad – and mad – when little ones are left unattended or yelled at in stores for, well, just being ‘little’. An hour of grocery shopping, or waiting at a bank isn’t that thrilling for us, lets be honest. Imagine sitting in a cart or being told to hush or stay still for that long. Especially when their furtive imaginations and boundless energy longs to be free and to explore.
The one pat on the back I can give myself, is that I loved doing things with Nic when he was little, and put myself in his tiny shoes.
When he babbled in the shopping cart – I leaned into him, responding with things like “Really? Then what happened?” I found endless joy in his curiousity, his mischievious side and took great pains to remain calm when a trip had to be endured even though he was tired and cranky.
I’m looking at little laundry girl and thinking of Nic. If he could just be small, for 24 hours, I would love that. I wouldn’t wish him little again – his life is in motion. But, to hold him one more time – to pick up his spilled food that his tiny hands couldn’t hold on to, to chat with him in the grocery cart. Oh yeah. One day. Just for 1 more day.
Debauchery in the soup aisle
Because I’m lazy today … And because I spoke about this post with a friend.
Debauchery Soup finds it’s way into the grocery store!
Here’s another
And one more
And the checkout lady completely missing the fact that she encountered my soup!







