I admit to feeling a little guilty that I haven’t written anything in … oh … almost a month. -And so much has happened, I almost feel I don’t know where to begin. “Begin at the beginning, and end at the end”; I can almost hear a former English teacher of mine speak these words as he stands by my desk looking at my blank notebook. The only problem is that I can’t seem to remember which English teacher he was… Not that it really matters, though, because I’m not taking his advice – whoever he was… Instead, I’ll skim over a few things that happened, and get on down to the more recent events. (I’m sure he would shudder to read this anyway, for all of the grammatical errors so far – and I’ve only just begun! Muhahahaha!)
First things first, “The Muffin” turned two years old a few days ago. She was very excited to have her “very own party”, as she put it “for meeeee????”, with a big smile on her face. Before anyone gets excited, we decided to only invite standard family – without the standard “friends that have become family”. We did this, basically, because we were exhausted, and adding in everyone makes for a 30-some-odd-number guest list. (I know, we really are incredibly fortunate to have so many close friends, and I felt sooooo badly about not inviting everyone that my hands physically shook when I hit “send” on the “e-vite”.) And, actually, we could have invited everyone, after-all, because for the first time ever, most of the family couldn’t make it, anyway. Oh well. So it was a small, lovely little party, and she had a really nice time. I was afraid I’d have teary pangs of “my sweet Muffin is TWO! I can’t believe it” – but, no. I was fine. It was great. We went to DC on her actual b-day (the party was the day before) and walked around the Air & Space museum & it was just a great day.
I say great – it was – but it could have been better, actually, if I could chew…anything. You see, about a week prior, I had something called “crown lengthening surgery”. This was presented to me as “no big deal, really”. No one said it was a cake-walk, but no one suggested it would take at least a week to recover. No one, that is, except the periodontist. When she looked at the x-ray, she told me “I don’t even know if I can DO this. I’m not even sure if it’s possible!” then after looking in my mouth, she said. “Ok, yeah, I can – but only because the person who did your root canal was AWESOME (she used this word), and the person who did your temporary crown did an AMAZING job.” Then she went on “Well, I hope you cleared your week.” -And that’s when my heart sank. She then prepared me for the kind of recovery I was looking at. At this point I was feeling two things.
1. Near terror.
2. A little bit of aloofness. I thought “well, my body was over getting all 4 of my wisdom teeth extracted after having them broken into teeny pieces in a couple of days! I’m sure I’ll bounce back from this one no problem.”
Oh boy, how wrong I was. I am actually still in pain. I went in yesterday to have the stitches taken out of my mouth and explained to the dentist that I can’t even open my mouth wide enough to eat a banana – and I can’t chew something as brittle as a potato chip. I am in sooo much pain that I finally had to resort to taking the heavy duty pain killer before bed – and I had been priding myself that I was only taking ibuprofin. Well, as it turns out, it seems the muscles in my jaw have been spasming – which is what has been creating the pain. -It also explains why I haven’t been able to practice my violin because it’s just too painful. Hopefully this will only last a few more days … here’s hoping, anyway. On the bright side, though, I CAN eat cake – which I have been craving… mmm…