Sorry I've skipped some blogs. My life has had some technical difficulties.
Technologically, I've been blogging on my cell phone, but I don't know how to transfer them. I have some fun blogs once I figure it out. My laptop is back at Best Buy--they've apparently been calling the wrong number for days. I'm going to pick it up tomorrow.
Biologically, I've had the root canal of doom. Four hours of sitting lock-jawed as four different dentists drilled away. I had six shots of Novocaine or its equivalent. Five x-rays as they checked and checked to be sure they got deep enough. I have thin, twisty roots, apparently, which are hard to find, plus old calcified teeth. I was treated to the seven words no one wants to hear during a root canal: Fifty dollars to whoever finds that root!
It wasn't all that painful--thank you, Nococaine--though my jaw was incredibly sore afterwards. I was laughing an joking with the dentists right up until the last 5 minutes when they looked at the x-rays and realized they'd broken a drill bit in my tooth and it was stuck in the hole. Then came apologies from Dentist 2, talk of getting a specialist involved, etc. In the end, Dentist 1 is going to finish the procedure next week, skipping an office party to do so. He's also going to cap the tooth, its neighbor and maybe the one below, which he thinks is cracked. Hopefully, that will be it.
Of course, as a writer, I had to use this experience. I toyed with a story ala Stephen King, but ended up with and SF flash about a woman who communicated with aliens through the drill bit stuck in her mouth.
Locationally, we are in the process of buying a house in Utah, our next stop in Rob's career. The inspection report came back with 40 items--20+ of which we think need to be handled before we close. Now we're waiting for the reply.
Medicationally, I'm on codeine which doesn't hit me as hard as it does most people, but has left me feeling unmotivated. I'd like to sit around and watch TV tonight, but we have three boys over for a sleepover. Rob's taking them to the comic shop tonight, so maybe I can watch "Seven Pounds" with Will Smith if it's on Netflix. Think I'll go check now.
I'll be back on track Monday, promise.