ETA:Â RR would like to thank you all for the well-wishes and good thoughts – he’s very sore right now since one of the two extractions he had today was a wisdom tooth (his last one…I’ve been watching for signs of lost wisdom all afternoon.Â har. har.) but we’re pretty sure he’s going to survive ;o)Â We go to a dentist who does sedation so when it’s time to go in for work he does about six visits worth in one fell swoop.Â Today RR had two extractions, a root canal, not sure how many fillings and a major cleaning.Â Good thing he doesn’t have to go back for a while, eh? ;o)
Right now I am sitting in a B&N in Albany waiting for the call from the dentist office telling me that RR is all done and ready to go home. That’s right, people, it’s his turn to go through the agony, the pain, the grogginess, the hours of blacked out memory. I’m not talking about drinking, either – that’s for after ;o) Trust me, with all they have to do to him he’ll be happy that he can’t remember a thing.
It’s pretty funny when he’s all stoned out on the sleepy pills they give you. He fell asleep on the way and when I woke him up the first thing he said to me was, “My hands are gone.” He wasn’t even panicked about it…just all matter-of-fact. No hands. No problem. Didn’t care. At least he still had his feet so I didn’t have to carry him into the office ;o)
So since I have no knitting or spinning to distract you with, here are a couple of my answers to the 7 random things meme I was tagged with (I’m only doing a bit at a time – more later. I can’t think of random things while sitting in a B&N worrying about RR and his two (!) root canals and God-only-knows how many extractions):
The Rules: Each person tagged gives seven random facts about themselves. Those tagged need to write in their blogs seven facts, as well as the rules of the game. You need to tag seven others and list their names on your blog. You have to leave those you plan on tagging a note in their comments so they know that they have been tagged and need to read your blog.
1. I’ve had depression for most of my adult life. Long story, not really bloggable.
2. Thanks to my Father, I can drive any car I’ll come across and fix or at least diagnose just about any car issue. This has come in handy – especially when I was a cute, thin, blonde little 23 year old with a broken timing belt faced with a mechanic who couldn’t see past my boobage to recognize the glint of knowledge (and bitchiness) in my eye. (Blown head gasket, my ass. Nice try.) ;o)
…more soon :o)