Ugh, please excuse any grammatical boo-boo's found in this entry; I'm too tired for spelling X|
First I've yet to tell you about the lack of updates and the general lack of communication (I'm really sorry about that). I don't wish to be a whiny hiney, but I just have to vent about it a bit -- it seems that the pain I occassionally felt just weeks after the jaw surgery has returned, and it's even worse this time. It's a sort of dull pain that progressively starts in the lower jaw, then increases; building into sharp, stabbing pains that spread throughout the left side of my head. It feels like having John Bonham (drummer in Led Zeppelin) pounding a 2 hour long drumsolo in your head, after which he proceeds to poke one of his drumsticks through your eardrum, repeatedly.
And this time I can't really do much about it, 'cos the painkillers I previously used were available on prescription only, and I've only two left, and everytime I feel like I *have* to take one I can't, 'cos I want to save them if things should get worse, so all I've got are some lighter ones, which I can't take too many of, and no longer than for a 5-day period. I know I should've called the dentist a loooong time ago about this, but the thing is that I'm sort of...um... scared-shitless-'cos-I'm-kind-of-dentophobic XP
But, after some serious thinking I've decided to give my dentist a ring on Monday, ehm, tomorrow that is *bites nails* OHGOSH, what if this is really not post-op pains but toothache, and I have to get all my teeth pulled and replaced with false teeth?!!? Shit like that does happen, who says it can't happen to me?!
...also, I'm slightly paranoid. Slightly. Moving on, I might add that said lack of communication stems not only from the jaw issue, but from the fact that I was kidnapped-- yes, kidnapped! - by my grandparents two weeks ago, because they reckoned I spent too much time in front of the pooter, which is true, but still. They claimed the salty air of the sea would do me good, and I decided to join them, after a bit of persuading. (Let me tell you: hell hath no fury like a grandmother's scorn)
Apart from that, I haven't any updates really-- although I might tell you that on my afternoon walk two days ago a wasp decided it'd be a dandy idea to hitch a ride in my top (without my knowing), and you know what the fucker does? He stings me! Right where the ribs meet, and I went "aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh", and started jumping up and down (for some reason), and the bastard falls out of my top and hits the ground, and then I started screaming even more 'cos it's not a petit gentleman we're talking about here, but one of them big fuckers; looked more like a huge hornet than a wasp actually. Anyway, I started feeling dizzy and had to run home to call my dad, who's terrified of wasps, so naturally he got all panicky; thinking I was gonna go west so to speak, which caused me to panic even more, but then he told me to call grandma and I did and she calmy told me that I wasn't gonna check out just yet, and that I just needed to dab some vinegar on it, and after that things were fine. I'm won't be wearing any low-cut tops in a good while though, I might add. I'm all polo shirts from now on.
I think I need to stop writing now, hehe, sorry. I've gotta dash to check all your updates, 'cos goo knows I've missed A LOT!
Sorry again *huggles flist*