Friday, November 21, 2008
It seems like my life has become a contest - to see exactly how crappy I can feel.
Yesterday
night I woke up - with throbbing pain in my month, I needed a root
canal - and bad. The other week they had gone in to repair one of my
broken teeth from the accident, found it to be more broken than they
first thought so instead of a partial - they drilled, took impressions,
and added a temporary - in preparation for a full crown. Wednesday
night - my tooth died from all the trauma and was threatening to
abscess. I took even more time off work for a root canal yesterday (
I
am really hoping I don't get canned for all this time I have to take
off of work to address all these issues that have come up as a result
of that stupid car accident) - shortly afterward, while drugged - and still high from the nitrous, I had to trot over to my doctors off for my yearly (
oh yay!) - you know they ought to give you nitrous for those appointments too!
Speaking
of which - I have to say I always think of the most profound things to
say on my blog while under the influence at my dentist's office - and
for the life of me I can't ever remember what the hell it was I was
going to write! Oh well, does that happen to anyone else?
At
some point in time yesterday while snuggled into my dentists' chair
with my warm blanket & neck pillow that they give me - watching a
movie (
I really do appreciate my dentist's efforts to make us comfy)
and inhaling nitrous, the doctor sat down and not noticing him I jumped
a little. "You look nervous," he says. "Want me to turn up the
nitrous?" he says... Well...I'm not gonna say no, I love the stuff. So
I nod yes. At this point I recall the assistant commenting earlier than
they give more than most patients, so that I remain calm about the
shots (
translation - Steph honey you act like a baby when we give you shots so we drug you up really good).
WELL
- the additional nitrous was nice - I was completely unaware of the
passing of time and for the most part relaxed quite well and gave the
doctor no problems while he killed off my tooth and filled it with
whatever it is that they use now....I also hallucinated - bad, it was
weird and kinda disturbing and I didn't know that could happen while on
nitrous. Then I woke up and they kicked my butt out the door so fast I
had to sit down in the lobby of the building for a half an hour while I
sobered up. It was a good thing that I didn't just jump in my car and
drive off...cause it wouldn't have been pretty.
So I went home after the next doctor appointment - where I found out that I wasn't pregnant (
big surprise there, wasn't trying), for sure do not have asthma (
bonus points for steph), have lost 15 pounds since the accident (
???
- I don't know how this is so - I feel like cow and haven't been able
to do much in the way of exercising lately, but my stomach has been
very sour and I haven't been eating a whole lot of anything accept
sugar-free apple sauce and cherrios) and I found out that the
MRI I had done also showed an old compression fracture of my T-3
vertebrae (another WTF ??). I asked if it was a slight one and if I had
the area X-Rayed at the time would a tech had spotted it, they said no
it was not slight and yes a tech should've spotted it. It was fairly
noticable and I would've been layed up for 6 weeks or more. For the
life of me I cannot remember doing that! I can't recall anytime that i
have been hurt that bad and not been X-Rayed.
This is so odd...
I know I have had my fair share of ER visits and spills but how to do
not notice that you broke your back? My mom remembers a bad spill that
I took coming off a Paint Mare I used to own and wondered if it didn't
happen then. Being kind of a whiner as a kid I can remember several
times when I should've been taken to the doctor and wasn't becuase my
parent's did think I really that injured that bad and/or sick (
at least that's how I remember it).
My mother says that I had a high pain tolerance and when i did complain
about pain she knew it was serious - and most times I didn't want to go
to the doctor (
that part I believe, blah needles...). Perhaps the truth is in the middle. Anyway I will be thinking about that for awhile.
Today
my mouth hurts, I am on drugs so my stomach hurts too, my back hurts
and I am in a rotten mood and really tired. The doctor told me I can't
ride in the show next weekend so I am dissapointed and a little sad -
okay alot sad.
However at my request, my friend Kelly who lost
her mare a few weeks ago has agreed to show Stretch for me next
weekend, now if I could just get Pat out in the show ring... I'm glad,
Kelly is a good rider and will make him look good. Plus she needs a
horse to ride so she doesn't feel too sad. She can show him in all the
Open AQHA classes that she wants and in the Open show part as well. Joe
has also agree to put one of my horses through "Showmanship boot camp"
between now and the show so I can do something with my horses that
weekend. He said that he will play around with them both and well see
what one does it better. My guess is that it will be Stretch. I haven't
done any Showmanship work since I was a kid so I will be seeking
lessons from Todd and Darlene's daughter, Sissy (who is a Showmanship
Pro and has given lessons for many years) prior to the show. I have no
Showmanship outfit so I will just be wearing my jeans and jean jacket -
I'll iron them out so they will look nice, but I won't have much flash.
Anyways that's the pony update - gotta go now, not feeling so hot....
