...sitting here listening to Beethoven via cellos and piano while the wind batters the shit out of side of my bldg. Beethoven helps me mouth right now...at least that's what I keep saying over and over as my mantra b/c quite honestly I am that desperate. It has occurred to me that 2 yrs ago when this tooth issue arose after getting a big/deep filling (I wish I meant that as dirty as it sounds) that I probably required a root canal...esp. since 2 yrs later - thought it improved - I still couldn't eat on that side of my mouth....now that its been drilled and refilled its awoken the nerve that took me 2 yrs to get tolerable...I should go in and tell her to either RC it or yank it...but...the thought of anyone going near it makes my butt hole pucker. I am really hoping in the next 2 weeks if I favor the shit out of it and stick to really soft food it will settle enough so that I am not going out of my mind. As it stands...when it's ringing (that is how I refer to it when it makes every tooth in my mouth feel like they are electric and someones dumped water on them) it is hard to not punch myself in the face repeatedly...this is hard to deal with at work...when I leave it I make so many mistakes b/c I can't think...when I drug myself I actually don't make mistakes but I am going at a snails pace which is REALLY weird.
Anyhow...fuck this tooth business.......................
Last night Tara and baby Issac came over for dinner and a visit...he is a precious little bugger...I fed him a bottle which was really weird but I just faked it and in my mind I was nursing him...is that weird? Probably - whatever. HAHA! He is cute as a button...& Tara brought me a disco bath duck so it was a good night all around!
Tomorrow night Sarah is coming over and we are doing a NEW craft...a craft I have been wanting to do for some time in some capacity so................it is gunna be FUN! Plus Sarah is always nice to visit with...even if your face is ringing via the Bell of Toothed Death. I am really unimpressed with burning thought my T3 stash...I like saving those for...well times like this...but...you know...I hate using them! I like knowing that they are there...in case my gallbladder haunts me....j/k
I have a funny Nickelback story to share but I don't feel like it right now...another time...but the cat story I am up for....
I noticed the cat was meowing and begging for food when there was still a few bits of kibble in her bowl...so I was trying to get her to eat it...by leaving it there and not filling the bowl...didn't work. Then I added a few fresh ones and mixed it all in in hopes she would chow it all down. Nope. I tried refilling it but then SURE AS SHIT when it was time to refill she left 10 pieces of kibble again and would not actually empty the bowl...so I thought maybe it was the bowl so I got rid of it and put her food on a little plate...(it looks weird I know) but she still would leave 10 pieces of gawd damn kibble on the plate........................WHAT THE HELL!? I am no stranger to power struggles...I live with a teenage girl...so...what the hell though? I don't REALLY care if the cat leaves a bit of food...perhaps she has all along and I just decided to notice this week...? I dunno but I said screw it to the campaign to get the cat to eat 10 kibbles and just have been refilling her bowl regardless of their presence...personally I think the cat was just mind-fucking me on purpose for kitty kicks.
Got my new desk chair....it feels DIVINE on my lardy arse. Staples had a sale...200 bones marked down to 100. SOLD! The cat is dying to destroy it...I know it. She is staring at it...eager to dig her disgusting cat claws into it and shred it like the last one....I think I will get packing tape and put it sticky side up all over the top...she will only jump on it once. bahahaha I will be sad to miss that moment when she jumps on top if it and hits the tape and completely freaks out.
