30 sucks, a bit
Well, let's see, the last half of this year has been interesting for me.
I am on 4 different meds so I am not drinking. Wheeee! But, I feel better than I have in a long, long time and I am glad I taking care of 'business'. I can sleep again, and I my guts aren't torn up and threatening secession all the time.
Turns out I have to go to a cardiologist have some kind of sonic cardiogram thingy; something runs in my family to do with the whole ticker thing. I think I going to ask for a snapshot of my heart. I think sometimes I have made Lisa think I all I have is a shriveled, cold piece of coal. But NO! It may may not be perfect but it sure is big, red, and pulsing full of blood.
But here is the punchline. I had what I thought was a burn blister on the roof of my mouth, my palette in the way back on the side, but it didn't heal. It just got bigger and bled a lot. So, I am looking at it this morning with a little mirror, and it has a white center. I poked it. It tapped; it was solid. It was bone! Now I am thinking that the ulcer has gone through to my jaw bone, that my skull is exposed...is it cancer? I schedule some doc time, and swing by this morning. Turns out it is a fucking TOOTH?!?!?! I mean what the HELL?!?!? I have a tooth cutting in through the roof of MOUTH? I am thirty, knocking on 31, and I am TEETHING?!!?!!
I guess one of wisdom teeth decided it would be wise to take a stroll and find some less crowded real estate.
So, now I have to hurry up with the heart exam so I can book an oral surgeon to bust out and remove my rogue tooth. My boss is going to think I am nuts.
Yeah, ME!
Well, now you know. Aren't you glad?
(For the record, Lisa called it as a tooth. She is so proud of her freak husband.)
I am on 4 different meds so I am not drinking. Wheeee! But, I feel better than I have in a long, long time and I am glad I taking care of 'business'. I can sleep again, and I my guts aren't torn up and threatening secession all the time.
Turns out I have to go to a cardiologist have some kind of sonic cardiogram thingy; something runs in my family to do with the whole ticker thing. I think I going to ask for a snapshot of my heart. I think sometimes I have made Lisa think I all I have is a shriveled, cold piece of coal. But NO! It may may not be perfect but it sure is big, red, and pulsing full of blood.
But here is the punchline. I had what I thought was a burn blister on the roof of my mouth, my palette in the way back on the side, but it didn't heal. It just got bigger and bled a lot. So, I am looking at it this morning with a little mirror, and it has a white center. I poked it. It tapped; it was solid. It was bone! Now I am thinking that the ulcer has gone through to my jaw bone, that my skull is exposed...is it cancer? I schedule some doc time, and swing by this morning. Turns out it is a fucking TOOTH?!?!?! I mean what the HELL?!?!? I have a tooth cutting in through the roof of MOUTH? I am thirty, knocking on 31, and I am TEETHING?!!?!!
I guess one of wisdom teeth decided it would be wise to take a stroll and find some less crowded real estate.
So, now I have to hurry up with the heart exam so I can book an oral surgeon to bust out and remove my rogue tooth. My boss is going to think I am nuts.
Yeah, ME!
Well, now you know. Aren't you glad?
(For the record, Lisa called it as a tooth. She is so proud of her freak husband.)