Busy week ahead...

[lagilman]

This morning, I go in for the first of several (hopefully minor) oral surgeries. Oh, joy. Then I come home, pick up a U-Haul, and start moving furniture (and felines) to my new abode (waves to new flat-mate paleologa). Then dinner with msdori who is in town for 24 hours.

Tomorrow? Deadline-day. Thankfully, was able to pull files I needed from the guts of the old laptop. Yay for tech-savvy relatives who keep tech-tinkering tools in their home office!

Thursday is Deadline-Day, take 2.

And on Saturday, it's the Revlon Run/Walk for Cancer. If you've been meaning to make a donation, there's still time! I'm only $475 shy of my goal -- I know that times are money-tough across the board, but it would be oh so sweet, in the memory of those we've lost, if we could make it...

Sunday? Sunday, I collapse, because Monday's the next and final installment of Moving Day, and then I have two days of frantic workload before I get to take a few days off for R&R and general indulgences.

Oh, and in there are the obligatory stops in at the Place of Partial Employment, because they do like to see me occasionally.

Can she make it? We shall see...

Comments

[kefiraahava.livejournal.com]

Oral surgery? Eeeep.

*good vibes and good painkiller-vibes*

[paleologa.livejournal.com]

*waves back* Good luck!

[jennifer-dunne.livejournal.com]

Good luck on the oral surgery. May it be not just minor, but positively trivial.

[lagilman]

Let's just say that, if you're going to have a minor (very minor!) panic attack, reclining in the peridontist's chair is a pretty good place to do it -- they've got the oxygen already on-hand, and a patented line of doctor-nurse patter that makes one laugh.

We did the smallest section of gumline today, so I'm done already, with a neat little patch of bubble-gum pink gunk bandaging the graft, waiting for the novacaine to wear off so I can stop wondering if I'm drooling.

The peridontist also offered to write me a 'get out of eating matzo' note for the week. I may be one of the few Jews in creation who actually sort of likes matzo, and am annoyed that it's pretty much off-limits now (too crunchy!)

[paleologa.livejournal.com]

The "no-matzoh" thing truly blows. I love the stuff myself, and just picked up a box of crunchiest, snappiest Yehuda. I'll try to save some for your eventual recovery. :)

[eeknight.livejournal.com]

panic attack

I go catatonic, more or less, which the dentist appreciates.

[lagilman]

Mine wasn't about the surgery, as usch -- more just having a quiet moment in which to think about everything that was weighing down on me saying "get me done first! No, me! Me!" Although the discussion of how deep the incision would be was...disturbing. Well, I did ask, so I've no-one to blame but myself.

[jennifer-dunne.livejournal.com]

I love matzo. My dad's used it as crackers for his soup and a platform for jam/jelly for decades. He'd take one of the big crackers out of the box, break it in half, crumble one half in his soup, and give the other half to me to nibble on as I waited with typical teenaged ravenousness for dinner to make its way to the table. It always confused me that the store didn't stock it with other crackers, and instead put it with a bunch of stuff whose names I couldn't pronounce, and only seemed to carry it part of the year.

Now, in light of learning I have a wheat gluten allergy, I suspect I somehow recognized it on some level as being better for me than regular bread/crackers.

[ferragus.livejournal.com]

Fingers crossed that your move goes as well as mine did, and that your felines recover as fast.

Mine already own the place and want to know why there's no comfy chair for them to sleep on!

Later!

Eep. Apologies. Like Merlin, I'm moving backward...

[alfreda89.livejournal.com]

This surgery. Arggh! May it be MUCH less of a hassle than mine was, and continues to be.

And I want some Serious Deep Breaths, and quiet tea, wine or cat times scheduled, woman. I just figured out from the questions the LBb specialist asked in the written pre-packet that there's a school out there that thinks that LBb/Fibromyalgia/Chronic Fatigue are endemic and triggered by massive stress overloading the immune system. You SO do not want this disease.

And I think the Year of the Split triggered it.

Re: Eep. Apologies. Like Merlin, I'm moving backward...

[lagilman]

The surgery actually went quite well, although I think I'll space out the three remaining more than the ten days they had originally planned. I looked in the mirror this afternoon and went "ack! Why didn't anyone tell me I looked like a lopsided chipmunk?"

(A co-worker reassured me that I did not look like a chipmunk. Eric is very sweet, and a terrible liar.)

And I want some Serious Deep Breaths, and quiet tea, wine or cat times scheduled, woman.

Deep breathing, check. Wine, check. Cats, double-check (I walked in the door tonight and got Boomer-hugs). Rinse, repeat as needed.

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[alfreda89.livejournal.com]

(A co-worker reassured me that I did not look like a chipmunk. Eric is
very sweet, and a terrible liar.)

Are you a discolored chipmunk? That was the really scary one--a tooth extraction that bruised, I looked battered.

Re: Eep. Apologies. Like Merlin, I'm moving backward...

[lagilman]

No discoloration on the face, but I did spit blood this morning! (I'm told this is normal, in small doses). Plus, my arms are all multicolored from moving-day bruises (I bruise surprisingly easy, given my coloring, so I'm used to this, but it still looks rather alarming).

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[alfreda89.livejournal.com]

If they don't stitch you for wisdom tooth extraction, you form clots...long clots. Clearly, I should use this in a horror novel....