Day 6
Yesterday... yesterday... Yesterday I went to the dentist in the morning and had two fillings done. When I was done at the dentist, I went and found my mom at Home of Economy, where we shopped for stuff for a few more minutes and then went to go get lunch at Hardee's. So we ate lunch, and promptly upon finishing, my tooth starts shocking me. Like, super hot, super strong, but short electric shocks that spread throughout my body from my tooth. And at first they were painful but not that big of a deal. I took Excedrin.
Mom and I went to WalMart for a couple things. We decided that we'd give my mouth some more time to come out of the anesthetic, figuring maybe my nerve was just waking up and unhappy about being tampered with. It was a pretty deep cavity, after all.
Pretty soon the shocks are getting stronger and more frequent. More intense. Finally I told my mom that we were going to have to go back to the dentist. So we checked out and went. We called from the parking lot but got no answer. I feared the worst.
Upon our arrival at the office, in the parking lot my tooth [metaphorically] exploded. Simultaneously, I burst into tears. Now, you should know that I haven't cried over tooth pain since my mega-abscess in 3rd grade. I don't just cry about physical pain. It takes a lot for me. But the nerve in my tooth was exposed, and the severe pain washed up over my face and around my skull, down the side of my neck and into my shoulder and chest.
I repeat: My tooth hurt in my CHEST. O_o
It was miserable; I'm telling you.
So I had to sit in my car for 45 minutes while I waited for my dentist to get back so that we could do an emergency root canal on tooth 12, for anybody who knows anything about dental work. It's tooth 12.
Finally I went back inside and sat in the chair. My dentist eventually shows up and shoots my mouth full of novacain. Again. When he came back in, he was literally in my mouth for a total of 4 minutes and then he was done. And the pain was gone. All gone. My face was numb, granted; but still.
Therefore, all of my afternoon plans were instantly cancelled. My mom told me that it was gonna take a lot out of me and I wasn't gonna wanna go anywhere. I didn't really believe her because, at the time, I totally felt fine. Great, even!
Only... then we got home... and I wasn't feeling quite so great. So... I took some ibuprofen just in case and went to go take a nap.
Mom woke me up for supper. So we ate... Grilled cheese and homemade tomato soup, btw. Best stuff EVER. And I got done eating, and I'm sitting there thinking, "Uhhh... bedtime... damnit."
So it's definitely a really good thing I didn't go anywhere yesterday.
Consequently, I also used my dental work as an excuse to avoid running... Only I think I actually did go run my driveway (it's a mile to the mailbox and back) because I'm positive it was last night I got swooped by the bat...
I think?
I totally DO NOT REMEMBER anymore. Drugs. They totally screw with you. Uff-dah.
So: diet mostly intact. Exercise: maybe. Probably.
Day 7
Technically this means I'm supposed to post a picture doesn't it? I did tell you I would rephoto at Day 7 so that it'd be once a week. But uh... We'll make it Day 8 so I can put it off a bit more. =P
Today I walked a mile with my mom. It was a pretty slow walk, but nevertheless.
And then I went to the fair and ate cheese curds. And deep-fried oreos! hahahaha. Yes, I really am aiming for the heart attack option.
So today: diet: SCREWED. Exercise: morning mile plus an hour of strolling around the fair (taking pictures and stuff). Definitely not enough to reconcile the crap I consumed today.
But it was SO worth it.
Also, I feel like I should come clean about 2 things:
1. I'm mostly putting off taking the picture tonight because I've been in bed the whole time I'm writing this. I don't sleep in pajamas (far too much information for public eye, but whatEVER). And I'm too damn tired/lazy to go downstairs to the family room and relocate my camera, bring it upstairs, put on the appropriate clothing, take pictures, cut them, put them together and then post them. It's not worth it. Y'all can wait to see... bleh... tomorrow.
2. I haven't been doing abs workouts in the mornings. Not even once so far. I mean to. Sometimes I even set my alarm for it. But I don't sleep enough to have the motivation to start my day with that much physical activity. It simply isn't worth it for me. This process is going to keep taking longer and longer the way that I'm going about it, but at least I'm doing something. Making any effort is better than making no effort. And I'm starting to feel better, thanks to the exercise, so at least I have that.
It's amazing what some added oxygen to the muscles can do.
I'm considering seeing about an athletic trainer when I move to Grand Forks. I know that MSU had trainers that you could get to help you, and I know they were free--because my roommate had one. I just don't know about UND. It's possible. I'll look into it. Whether or not I actually employ one? Another matter entirely. But it's a thought.
So. Picture tomorrow; promise. Not sure why you'd want it. But you'll get it anyway.
That's what I've got.
It's been a week of pretty much NO progress. Joy of joys.
I would be more optimistic about this because I think optimism would help, but I'm not exactly in the brightest of spirits at the moment. So. Cynicism because I know myself too well. There ya go.
Ta ta.
--Emily Renae
Yesterday... yesterday... Yesterday I went to the dentist in the morning and had two fillings done. When I was done at the dentist, I went and found my mom at Home of Economy, where we shopped for stuff for a few more minutes and then went to go get lunch at Hardee's. So we ate lunch, and promptly upon finishing, my tooth starts shocking me. Like, super hot, super strong, but short electric shocks that spread throughout my body from my tooth. And at first they were painful but not that big of a deal. I took Excedrin.
Mom and I went to WalMart for a couple things. We decided that we'd give my mouth some more time to come out of the anesthetic, figuring maybe my nerve was just waking up and unhappy about being tampered with. It was a pretty deep cavity, after all.
Pretty soon the shocks are getting stronger and more frequent. More intense. Finally I told my mom that we were going to have to go back to the dentist. So we checked out and went. We called from the parking lot but got no answer. I feared the worst.
Upon our arrival at the office, in the parking lot my tooth [metaphorically] exploded. Simultaneously, I burst into tears. Now, you should know that I haven't cried over tooth pain since my mega-abscess in 3rd grade. I don't just cry about physical pain. It takes a lot for me. But the nerve in my tooth was exposed, and the severe pain washed up over my face and around my skull, down the side of my neck and into my shoulder and chest.
I repeat: My tooth hurt in my CHEST. O_o
It was miserable; I'm telling you.
So I had to sit in my car for 45 minutes while I waited for my dentist to get back so that we could do an emergency root canal on tooth 12, for anybody who knows anything about dental work. It's tooth 12.
Finally I went back inside and sat in the chair. My dentist eventually shows up and shoots my mouth full of novacain. Again. When he came back in, he was literally in my mouth for a total of 4 minutes and then he was done. And the pain was gone. All gone. My face was numb, granted; but still.
Therefore, all of my afternoon plans were instantly cancelled. My mom told me that it was gonna take a lot out of me and I wasn't gonna wanna go anywhere. I didn't really believe her because, at the time, I totally felt fine. Great, even!
Only... then we got home... and I wasn't feeling quite so great. So... I took some ibuprofen just in case and went to go take a nap.
Mom woke me up for supper. So we ate... Grilled cheese and homemade tomato soup, btw. Best stuff EVER. And I got done eating, and I'm sitting there thinking, "Uhhh... bedtime... damnit."
So it's definitely a really good thing I didn't go anywhere yesterday.
Consequently, I also used my dental work as an excuse to avoid running... Only I think I actually did go run my driveway (it's a mile to the mailbox and back) because I'm positive it was last night I got swooped by the bat...
I think?
I totally DO NOT REMEMBER anymore. Drugs. They totally screw with you. Uff-dah.
So: diet mostly intact. Exercise: maybe. Probably.
Day 7
Technically this means I'm supposed to post a picture doesn't it? I did tell you I would rephoto at Day 7 so that it'd be once a week. But uh... We'll make it Day 8 so I can put it off a bit more. =P
Today I walked a mile with my mom. It was a pretty slow walk, but nevertheless.
And then I went to the fair and ate cheese curds. And deep-fried oreos! hahahaha. Yes, I really am aiming for the heart attack option.
So today: diet: SCREWED. Exercise: morning mile plus an hour of strolling around the fair (taking pictures and stuff). Definitely not enough to reconcile the crap I consumed today.
But it was SO worth it.
Also, I feel like I should come clean about 2 things:
1. I'm mostly putting off taking the picture tonight because I've been in bed the whole time I'm writing this. I don't sleep in pajamas (far too much information for public eye, but whatEVER). And I'm too damn tired/lazy to go downstairs to the family room and relocate my camera, bring it upstairs, put on the appropriate clothing, take pictures, cut them, put them together and then post them. It's not worth it. Y'all can wait to see... bleh... tomorrow.
2. I haven't been doing abs workouts in the mornings. Not even once so far. I mean to. Sometimes I even set my alarm for it. But I don't sleep enough to have the motivation to start my day with that much physical activity. It simply isn't worth it for me. This process is going to keep taking longer and longer the way that I'm going about it, but at least I'm doing something. Making any effort is better than making no effort. And I'm starting to feel better, thanks to the exercise, so at least I have that.
It's amazing what some added oxygen to the muscles can do.
I'm considering seeing about an athletic trainer when I move to Grand Forks. I know that MSU had trainers that you could get to help you, and I know they were free--because my roommate had one. I just don't know about UND. It's possible. I'll look into it. Whether or not I actually employ one? Another matter entirely. But it's a thought.
So. Picture tomorrow; promise. Not sure why you'd want it. But you'll get it anyway.
That's what I've got.
It's been a week of pretty much NO progress. Joy of joys.
I would be more optimistic about this because I think optimism would help, but I'm not exactly in the brightest of spirits at the moment. So. Cynicism because I know myself too well. There ya go.
Ta ta.
--Emily Renae
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