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What a week...
Jun. 2nd, 2007 11:02 pmThis has been a bumpy ride. I got my temporary crown on one incisor Tuesday, and a temporary veneer on the other incisor. That very night the veneer fell off as I was eating dinner - and no, I had not bit down with that tooth.
Anyway, I was very grateful to go in on Wednesday at 9:30 a.m. and have a dental assistant cement the temporary veneer back on with a temporary cement. I pressure-washed more of the deck later that day. Twenty years of dirt and mildew, etc., don't come off quickly. ( I know you want to know more about this machine,![[info]](https://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
bookglowwurm . I'll share with you later in another post.)
Wednesday evening Samurai and I went to the mandatory meeting at the community college for incoming high school students who will be studying there rather than at the high school. I had her drive so she could learn the way to the college. For the first time, I wasn't in white-knuckled "stress mode" while she drove, although there were a few places where I did cry out, "slow down!" as she rushed up to a light that was changing.
We were pleasantly surprised to find other two girls from our little town there as well -- all three had been on a really good town softball team in grade school. It was nice to connect with the mothers again. The presentation by the coordinator from the community college, and the coordinator from the high school., as well as a Q&A session with three current students in the program from the high school, was very good, and quite moving. I actually had tears in my eyes. I think my daughter made a good choice, and will really be able to spread her wings in this program next fall.
Thursday I did some more pressure-washing of deck and finally got my UU Auction Brandywine heirloom tomato planted. It perked up almost immediately. (I did these things before the paid work because I needed to both take advantage of the weather and give my brain something mindless to do in the forefront while the subconscious thought about the assignment; yes, I can be weird that way,). Got half the rush job done, then went to an emergency board meeting at 7:30 p;m. and a high school concert that had also started at 7:30! I was able to duck out of the board meeting and arrived at the door of the auditorium just as my kid's steel drum band class played the first notes of "Day-O," the first of its evening's offerings. The class was very, very impressive. Great music. No one would have guessed they'd only been studying the instruments for six weeks. I'm glad I was there.
Should add here that Samurai had to rush from school to the community college to take an assessment test, and then back to the high school in time for the concert. So it was a crazy night for us both.
Friday a.m. I finished the rush job. Did a lot of emails and ran around later in the afternoon helping out a friend who needed a hand out of a difficult situation. Took Jesse Cat to get his shots. Went to the annual meeting of the church at 6:30 p.m., expecting a fight about the budget and the stained glass window situation. There was a very low turnout, which surprised all of us on the board -- we barely had a quorum. But the good news is that the nay-sayers weren't there. Everything passed.
I got home in time to give Samurai the SAT "ticket" printout that she'd need to get into the SATs at the high school at 7:45 a.m. Saturday. Then I was on LJ until the wee hours. Got up in time to make Samurai a pot of coffee so she could have some before she left for the SAT. (Aren't I a good mom? :P)
So... this morning she leaves for the SATs, and I putter around, still putting the kitchen back together, checking email, paying bills, etc. (I've sent in both the remainder of the Cape Cod rental and the Ireland trip.) Then I go up to floss my teeth that have the crown and the veneer, flossing according to instructions ... and the damn veneer pops off again!
At this point, I am feeling very babyish and sorry for myself, to the point of tears. Even breathing makes the tooth that was pared down hurt. I figured I 'd have to live with it until Monday, but husband urges me to call the dentist. Answering service answers, of course. Dentist calls back an hour later and says he can see me at 7:00 p.m.
Ok, so .... it hurts to drink or eat, and it's a hot day and I have diabetes and an on insulin and therefore need carbs. I manage to get a tiny container of yogurt into me without too much pain. To distract myself, I weed the flower garden, which badly needs it, and finally get in the plants I got at the plant swap earlier this month. Later this afternoon, I go out to a garden center to get some peppers and more tomato plants, and petunias for a big container in front of the house..
Then drove 30 minutes (one way) to meet the dentist tonight. I felt really bad about this, since he showed up on a weekend night (also having had to drive 30 minutes) with his six-year-old son! (The boy has some sort of disability, not sure just what, and is in a wheelchair. The dad, noticing my insulin pump, mentioned something about how his son had had a pump that infused anti-spasm meds into his body.) The son is pretty much nonverbal, but obviously of at least normal intelligence. He was listening to an audio book, and reacting to it. His dad and I were also chortling at the stories the author -- a man from Quebec named Munch, maybe Robert Munch?: (maybe David Munch? I was thinking you might want to know about him,jenny_junipurr ). I gained more respect for my dentist this evening -- not as a dentist, but as a parent.
This time, he used a different, stronger "cement" for the damned veneer, and also a different technique. Turns out the first time (and second time) they did it, the emphasis was on appearance. I don't care if it does't look like a perectly natural tooth surface. I just want it to say on and spare me pain until I get the permanent one on June 19!!. So now I look a little odd, -- as if I have cream cheese stuck between the lower parts of my front incisors (that's the cement), but not nearly as odd as I did without the veneer, and let's all hope the thing stays in place.
When I got home at 8:30 p.m., Samurai had finished making the casserole I had started before I had to leave for the dentist's office. I am grateful for that.
So a long, kooky week comes to an end. With my veneer back in place, I can feel comfortable both physically and aesthetically about singing in the choir tomorrow. So I'm going to do a quick check in with you all and then head for bed -- that is, as soon as I can get into the bathroom, where Samurai is now taking a well-deserved, relaxing shower.
Anyway, I was very grateful to go in on Wednesday at 9:30 a.m. and have a dental assistant cement the temporary veneer back on with a temporary cement. I pressure-washed more of the deck later that day. Twenty years of dirt and mildew, etc., don't come off quickly. ( I know you want to know more about this machine,
bookglowwurm . I'll share with you later in another post.)Wednesday evening Samurai and I went to the mandatory meeting at the community college for incoming high school students who will be studying there rather than at the high school. I had her drive so she could learn the way to the college. For the first time, I wasn't in white-knuckled "stress mode" while she drove, although there were a few places where I did cry out, "slow down!" as she rushed up to a light that was changing.
We were pleasantly surprised to find other two girls from our little town there as well -- all three had been on a really good town softball team in grade school. It was nice to connect with the mothers again. The presentation by the coordinator from the community college, and the coordinator from the high school., as well as a Q&A session with three current students in the program from the high school, was very good, and quite moving. I actually had tears in my eyes. I think my daughter made a good choice, and will really be able to spread her wings in this program next fall.
Thursday I did some more pressure-washing of deck and finally got my UU Auction Brandywine heirloom tomato planted. It perked up almost immediately. (I did these things before the paid work because I needed to both take advantage of the weather and give my brain something mindless to do in the forefront while the subconscious thought about the assignment; yes, I can be weird that way,). Got half the rush job done, then went to an emergency board meeting at 7:30 p;m. and a high school concert that had also started at 7:30! I was able to duck out of the board meeting and arrived at the door of the auditorium just as my kid's steel drum band class played the first notes of "Day-O," the first of its evening's offerings. The class was very, very impressive. Great music. No one would have guessed they'd only been studying the instruments for six weeks. I'm glad I was there.
Should add here that Samurai had to rush from school to the community college to take an assessment test, and then back to the high school in time for the concert. So it was a crazy night for us both.
Friday a.m. I finished the rush job. Did a lot of emails and ran around later in the afternoon helping out a friend who needed a hand out of a difficult situation. Took Jesse Cat to get his shots. Went to the annual meeting of the church at 6:30 p.m., expecting a fight about the budget and the stained glass window situation. There was a very low turnout, which surprised all of us on the board -- we barely had a quorum. But the good news is that the nay-sayers weren't there. Everything passed.
I got home in time to give Samurai the SAT "ticket" printout that she'd need to get into the SATs at the high school at 7:45 a.m. Saturday. Then I was on LJ until the wee hours. Got up in time to make Samurai a pot of coffee so she could have some before she left for the SAT. (Aren't I a good mom? :P)
So... this morning she leaves for the SATs, and I putter around, still putting the kitchen back together, checking email, paying bills, etc. (I've sent in both the remainder of the Cape Cod rental and the Ireland trip.) Then I go up to floss my teeth that have the crown and the veneer, flossing according to instructions ... and the damn veneer pops off again!
At this point, I am feeling very babyish and sorry for myself, to the point of tears. Even breathing makes the tooth that was pared down hurt. I figured I 'd have to live with it until Monday, but husband urges me to call the dentist. Answering service answers, of course. Dentist calls back an hour later and says he can see me at 7:00 p.m.
Ok, so .... it hurts to drink or eat, and it's a hot day and I have diabetes and an on insulin and therefore need carbs. I manage to get a tiny container of yogurt into me without too much pain. To distract myself, I weed the flower garden, which badly needs it, and finally get in the plants I got at the plant swap earlier this month. Later this afternoon, I go out to a garden center to get some peppers and more tomato plants, and petunias for a big container in front of the house..
Then drove 30 minutes (one way) to meet the dentist tonight. I felt really bad about this, since he showed up on a weekend night (also having had to drive 30 minutes) with his six-year-old son! (The boy has some sort of disability, not sure just what, and is in a wheelchair. The dad, noticing my insulin pump, mentioned something about how his son had had a pump that infused anti-spasm meds into his body.) The son is pretty much nonverbal, but obviously of at least normal intelligence. He was listening to an audio book, and reacting to it. His dad and I were also chortling at the stories the author -- a man from Quebec named Munch, maybe Robert Munch?: (maybe David Munch? I was thinking you might want to know about him,
jenny_junipurr ). I gained more respect for my dentist this evening -- not as a dentist, but as a parent.This time, he used a different, stronger "cement" for the damned veneer, and also a different technique. Turns out the first time (and second time) they did it, the emphasis was on appearance. I don't care if it does't look like a perectly natural tooth surface. I just want it to say on and spare me pain until I get the permanent one on June 19!!. So now I look a little odd, -- as if I have cream cheese stuck between the lower parts of my front incisors (that's the cement), but not nearly as odd as I did without the veneer, and let's all hope the thing stays in place.
When I got home at 8:30 p.m., Samurai had finished making the casserole I had started before I had to leave for the dentist's office. I am grateful for that.
So a long, kooky week comes to an end. With my veneer back in place, I can feel comfortable both physically and aesthetically about singing in the choir tomorrow. So I'm going to do a quick check in with you all and then head for bed -- that is, as soon as I can get into the bathroom, where Samurai is now taking a well-deserved, relaxing shower.
