One More For The Road!

     Don't you just love it when Fun comes in multiples?  See, I only THOUGHT I was having fun before.  Now, where did I put the rules for the game of Eyeball Marbles?  Yeah, I'm really startin' ta' think I shoulda' gone with THAT barrel of fun, instead of the one I'm using.

     You see these two teeth I had pulled the other day?  You see how much fun I've been having with them?  Well, that ain't the half of it!  Today, I went back to the dentist on accounta' just because the teeth are gone doesn't necessarily mean that the pain goes away... 'specially in my case.

     I seem to be one of those rare individuals (about as rare as hen's teeth, evidently) who can still feel pain, even though my quotient of numbing solution would rival the winner's intake at a chug-a-lug contest.

     To the Very. Last. Minute. in my dentist's chair, I continued to feel intense pain.  Yaaaaay!  Now, don't misunderstand; it is not... I repeat, NOT... the dentist's fault.  I have a history of needing buckets of medication whenever I have anything done.  Today was no different.  I was the problem.

     I might add that I have never, EVER known a dentist who was soooo caring and so gentle.  I am very fortunate, indeed.  Still, my teeth are fighting it, tooth and nail, as it were.  Heh, heh.  Tooth and nail.  That was an accident, but it turned out to be a fun accident.  Heh, heh

     So now, I am experiencing more fun than I think any one person should have, in the way of pain.  Please forgive me for all my whining, but I cannot think of much else, besides pain and how to escape it.  Hopefully, I will soon return to writing about more normal subjects, like Creepy Little Crawlers, for instance.  Thanks for visiting and listening.  Until the next time, keep a hug on.

 ~ Yaya

Life Won't Be The Same

     I am so sorry that I haven't been around.  It is just possible that I will be in and out for awhile, although Out may be the more operative word.  I'm having some procedures done so I can be a New Man, as it were.  On the one hand, I'm very excited because I'm reasonably certain of the results.  But on the other hand, anything that brings change and involves needles, pliers, eyeballs and teeth just sort of puts me on the defensive.

     Yes, I will be having surgery on my teeth and my eyes.  'Course, this is not really major surgery, so there's nothing for any of us to worry about, but considering the nature of my Psyche and the fact that I'm a coward, I hafta' fit in some time to worry.

     Some of my teeth need to be pulled to make room for more comfort and, although that apparently,isn't really considered surgery,  my opinion is that whenever there's blood, needles and pliers involved, Surgery it is.  In making room for the Comfort, I simply mean that pain will go away.  I like that result.  It brings me Comfort.  Still, I'm one of those rare people who heals extremely slowly when I have my teeth removed.  Past results have shown me that I should allow up to six weeks to heal, although I truly hope my body has learned from past experience that life is not fun while suffering is involved.  If you happen to think about me, I would greatly appreciate your kind prayers.

     After the dentist takes the parts he wants, I will be making arrangements to voluntarily sit in another doctor's office whilst he removes pieces of my eyes.  No, no.  Its not as barbaric as I'm making it sound.  Just remember; it is my job to worry.  Therefore, my creative imagination must build the most gruesome image possible so that I can do what I'm s'posed to be doing; worry.  My faithful and dependable imagination is doing a Bang-Up Job.  The images that are running around in my head are keeping me busy with worry.  Well, not worry, exactly; more like nervous anticipation.  I'm sure things will work out well.

     Again, this is apparently not considered surgery, but my mind says otherwise.  Needles, pliers, pain and removal of body parts (teeth and the lenses in my eyes) just Screeeeam Surgery to me.  I've had many, many operations and this does not seem to be a great deal different from other Owie situations.  Again, since I am a total Woose (is that even a word?), I would definitely appreciate your kind prayers.

     So, the reason I haven't been around (not counting trips out of town and Life, in general) has a lot to do with my personal penchant for Whine and Cheese.  When I hurt, I make sure and certain that my good hubby-buddy knows my grief.  He's a kind-hearted soul and takes very good care of me.  Heavenly Father has been so generous in pouring out His blessings on me.  I must say that one of my favorite blessings is my good hubby-buddy.

     So, whilst I do have a certain amount of unnecessary fear and anticipation over the coming events, please don't worry about me.  Pain and medication might keep me away from my computer, but I'm sure there is no real reason for cocern.  Whilst I heal, please keep me in your thoughts and just know that I will be posting on my blog as often as I can.  You all are the greatest and I'll be thinkin' 'bout you.  I'll Be Back (as said in my best Arnold Schwartznegger voice).

     By the way, does anyone know how to stick this to the top of the page?  You know, like a sticky note?  I don't know how to do that, so if you do, would you tell me?  Thank you so much.  You all have taught me so very much.

     Until the next time, keep a hug on.

 ~ Yaya