Wisdom Teeth Removal...Not So Bad

I couldn't put it off any longer, I needed my wisdom teeth to come out. It should have been done almost four years ago, but life got in the way. Life continued to get in the way so I procrastinated further. But with my migraines becoming more and more frequent and us finally having amazingly good dental coverage, I took the plunge.

I was referred to an oral surgeon again and we discussed how we could go about doing things. I had originally wanted to be put completely and totally out. But we decided on "twilight sedation" instead. Basically they would load me up with such fun drugs as propofal(yes the same drug that killed Micheal Jackson) and fentanyl. We got ridiculous lucky and we were able to book the surgery for a Monday when I would not be in school, but honey would not be at work, but the baby would be at daycare.

I was surprisingly not very nervous the night before and the morning of. Perhaps I was so incredibly annoyed about the fact that I was starving to death having not eaten anything that I didn't notice. Even walking into the room I was fairly calm. At this point I was more concerned about the fact that I have a severe allergy to acetaminophen and I am codeine resistant. I laid down on the table and I that was when it hit me. I then met the anesthetist who was kind enough to give me Ativan while we discussed the fact that I was one of two people he had ever met with such a rare allergy to acetaminophen. Due to a scheduling mixup, my surgeon was not in yet. I got bumped. Good thing for the Ativan ;) I asked for my iPhone and played Bejeweled while I waited. Nearly an hour went by and I started twitching again. I don't do lateness and my anxiety went back up. But the last thing I remember was putting my iPhone back into my purse and getting moved back into the other room.

Twilight sedation? It's awesome! I did panic a bit when I woke up as I had giant gauze in my mouth taking up all the space and seeing as I was just getting over a cold, I still couldn't breath very well through my nose. The recovery area nurse or whatever she was, was a rather unpleasant woman who grumbled about the fact that I requested my oxygen back for a bit until she could remove the large gauze. She was also annoyed with me that my biggest concern was when I could eat again. It was nearly 2pm and it had been almost 14 hours since I had anything to eat. She was also less than helpful in calling my husband. I had to text him because she refused to call him.

I walked out under my own power and we went to go get me something to eat. There was a Booster Juice nearby which was so good. We went to Costco to try to fill my prescriptions. They told me that it would be a two hour wait! We thought they were insane. So we went to a grocery store closer to home. A 20 minute wait there. So he brought me home and then went back to pick it up. This was probably the worst of it. The freezing had let go. While removing the top two had been a total breeze, the bottom one(I was only born with three wisdom teeth) was slightly impacted, so they needed to do an incision to pull it, was now really starting to hurt.

Honey got home with my pain killers, one of which I was quite skeptical about, seeing as I had only heard about it in passing and had never had it. Being allergic to acetaminophen, it severely limits your choices for pain killers. Most of your well known drugs, your Oxycontin, Percocet, Vicodin, they are all derivatives of acetaminophen. And as I mentioned earlier, I am one of approximately 10% of the population that the enzyme to convert codeines, so I may as well take a sugar pill. This means that there are a small handful of pain killers that I can actually take. What they gave me worked almost instantly. Pain was gone, it was wonderful.

It's now been two days since my teeth were pulled and I'm doing quite well. The top two, if I didn't know any better, I would never have guessed that I just had teeth pulled. The bottom one, the pain comes and goes and there has been some minor bleeding. There is also a bit of swelling in the area but nothing super noticeable. I'm also very pleased with the fact that despite me being a very fair person, there is no bruising at all.

So as it turns out, I was pretty much worried and freaking out for nothing. I have a bachelorette to go to on Friday and of course Christmas dinners. I can go to these and enjoy them and not look like someone beat me up or like a chipmunk. Maybe this will learn me to panic less?

Why Oh Why Won't He Listen?

Honey is currently on his way to a town about two hours away from here. On a highway. After a substantial amount of snow. With the baby. And it's currently lunchtime. And she is eating Cheerios. And it's half an hour away from naptime. But she isn't going to get to nap. Because he is going to stand around at some stupid auction with his best friend who feels it necessary to buy either more trucks and/or engines. Does anyone else see a potential issue here? I sure do!

I told him not to go. I told him that it would totally mess with her routine. But did he listen? Of freaking course not. The intelligent thing to do would be to listen to his wife. The mother of said non lunch eating, soon to be non napping baby. The person who knows this kid and her very edgy personality better than anyone in the world.

He is in for a real treat. I can already tell you it's going to be a disaster. She has been in her car seat since 8am when they dropped me off at school. He then drove to his friends place to pick him up. She never got out of the car. They are now on a two hour trek, which is taking longer than it should because the roads are terrible. A quick check of the government highway information website shows that at least half of the highway there is at least partly covered in ice with slippery sections. So this is not an easy cruise at 110 km/h.

I called him at noon(so about half an hour ago) to ask him if she was eating lunch. No, he answers, she is eating Cheerios, they haven't gotten there yet. So that means that she has been in her car seat, not sleeping he added, for about four hours now. That spells trouble. Serious trouble. Who knows how long this auction thing will last. She'll be sitting in her stroller, not moving for even lets say an hour. Good frigging luck. Seriously. I can't stop in the mall for 15 minutes to talk to someone before she gets pissed off. And he thinks he can stand in one place with a now likely tired toddler? Hilarious.

And what did I just realize? If it's taken them this long to get there, and if this auction lasts an hour(it could be longer I really don't know and neither does he), there is a distinct possibility that they aren't making it back in time to pick me up from school. More just great. It's a damn good thing that I brought my bus pass. Too bad my iPod is dying. I didn't bother to charge it. Really wishing I had now. It's a long hour home. And I wanted to go pick up my contact lenses. Guess that's not likely to happen now.

I told him not to go. I told him it would likely be a disaster. But did he listen? Of course not! He's smart! Right. Stay tuned for what ends up happening. I guarantee it wasn't pretty.

A Bit of Regret

For as long as I can remember, I've loved rock music. When my elementary school friends were gushing over Britney Spears' Hit Me Baby One More Time, I was listening to Americana by The Offspring and I couldn't wait til I turned 18 so I could check out all the crazy little shows that were being played in the clubs.

Then came high school and I met my best friend, a fantastic guitar player who was as into punk and alt rock just as much as me. We went to so many shows together. Then I met the man I would marry a few years later. I still went to shows with my BFF, but not as many as I was trying to spend more time with honey. And I kinda lost the part of myself that loved a live show.

In an effort to introduce this part of my world to my hubby, I thought it would be nice to go to a concert together. It was only our second time out alone since having the baby. I saw that they were selling tickets to a Canadian band I've loved since they started out over ten years ago. It was a special acoustic set. I practically salivated and purchased the tickets as his anniversary present to me.

So last night we went. I had a great time, hubby not so much. He didn't think his voice was that great(uh, I SERIOUSLY beg to differ) and that it wasn't worth it. :( I was pretty crushed.

I then found out via Facebook that my BFF was there too, the person I should have apparently gone with, still there too in the bar having fun. I was on my way home.

I was trying to share a piece of my life with the person whom I share everything else. And he didn't really seem to care. So I'm pretty upset. It's on the third concert I've ever attended with him. The first was a club show. We left early because he had a headache. The second was an area show that by the time he agreed to go(even though it was his idea -figure that out) we were in the nosebleeds. I thought that maybe because this was a far more intimate setting and it was a special night out for us it would be different. Not so much.

Bad Blogger

I've been a bad blogger these past few days. Everything has just been so crazy. In a nutshell here is what has been happening.

Daycare- Still haven't heard from the 3rd place. I'll be calling her tomorrow actually. I almost wonder if I should give up hope that I haven't heard back from her yet. *sigh* If not, I still have the 2nd place to fall back on and I've added my name to more lists in the hopes of getting her somewhere else sooner rather than later. I'm still kicking myself that I didn't use her due date as her birthday and add my name onto lists when I was still pregnant.

Appointments- We have her first dentist appointment in about 1/2 hour. Hopefully it goes well. Then we have a one week reprieve before doctor's appointments for both of us.

School- I've paid my tuition in full and purchased all my textbooks online. I bought them from the college store as well as amazon. I have shipping notices for two of three orders. Just waiting for a shipping notice for my new purchases from amazon, but the used from amazon and the books from the college store were both shipped yesterday.

Other than that, my mat leave officially ends tomorrow and in less than a week, my baby girl turns one. Where the year has gone I have no clue. It's a good thing we are so busy this month or I think I'd just obsess over the fact that my baby isn't a baby anymore.

It's September

And that means that my little itty bitty baby girl will be turning one before I know it. Although she's not a baby anymore. As I type this she is walking over to the couch to visit one of the cats. She is a little person.

September also means the end of my maternity leave and the start of daycare. It's also a busy month in the sense that I have four appointments set up for us. She has a dentist appointment and a doctor's appointment and I have two doctor's appointments. So lots going on. Then at the end of the month we have her birthday party and hubby and I have a date night planned. It also means that I should be hearing from my college for payment and my schedule and ID. Busy, busy.

So busy, that the month is going to fly by faster than the eleven previous to it and then I'll be back in school. Wow. I'm not ready for this.

Shoes

So we went shoe shopping today, the baby and I. Everyone needed new shoes. I need a new pair of black heeled boots for winter, hubby needed runners and my girlie needed rubber boots(and any other cute shoe I might come across)

First stop, for the baby. Seeing as she is now a walker and adventurous at that, I figured it would be best to have some rubber boots for the fall. But I looked pretty much everywhere and even online. I found some online but they were SO expensive for something that was only going to be worn for a month of two. I had all but given up actually. But I ran into a store and happened to come across them, on sale to boot. At first I thought they were probably too big, but nope size 5! Super cute leopard print with pink trim. Love em!

Then for hubby. I found a cheap pair of runners that were also on sale. He doesn't need anything fancy and he's not that hard on his shoes. They'll work.

Then there is me. Store after store there was nothing. The one pair that I eventually found that looked right didn't feel right. So I go home empty handed. It's apparently too difficult to ask for a pair of black leather boots that go up at least an inch over the ankle with at least a slightly chunky heel with either a square or pointed toe.....sigh

Busy Phone Day

This morning I mostly spent on the phone trying to get things organized for September. It's going to be a busy month with lots of appointments and starting the baby at daycare. I already had an appointment booked for my IUD and I already had an appointment booked for her 12 month shots. But her appointment was at a time that I intend on having her in daycare so that just wasn't going to work for me. So I changed it.

Then I wanted to have her first dentist appointment as well. It's free until the age of three here. I have hugely massive issues with dentists. I honestly terrified of them and it stems back to when I was 3-4 years old and I was told point blank that I would need surgery because my jaw doesn't line up. Very scary to me, and it's stuck with me 20 years later. We have a kid centred dentistry practise here. While they are 20% more expensive than a traditional dentist, even one who accepts children like my own does, it's worth it to me to have someone who just, and as such knows, how to deal with kids. Booking that appointment went well and there won't be any conflicts with other appointments or daycare.

Then I had to send an email. I needed to contact the original dayhome that we were going to send the baby to and tell her we would no longer be needing her. That was interesting, "breaking up" with someone who we've not used. We'll see if she emails me back or not.

The rest of August is just going to disappear. Then September will be so busy, October and school for me starts. Then the snow will fly. Then it will be 2012! Time just flies by.

Hair Cut!

I got my hair cut today! Hubby took care of the baby and I went and got my hair cut! I feel so much better. It looks better, it's lighter and has texture and shape and dimension. About frigging time!

I had been musing about it for so long as my last hair cut was months and months ago. But it was at the hair dressing school and it wasn't quite what I was looking for. But it was like $15 so how can you really complain that much?

But this, this was actually done by a very old friend. I knew she had finished school and I knew she was working at a salon that I actually used to frequent pre-baby. Wandering through the mall I happened to run into her while she was on her lunch and after a brief chat we booked me an appointment.

Two hours later and I now have a simpler hair cut with some nice red hilights that contrast very well with my dark brown hair. Red has always gone really well with my naturally dark hair. It makes the brown pop more and adds some dimension to the colour. Plus hubby loves red hair..... ;)

The Arguement for Extremely Part-Time Work

So we all know that my husband wants me to basically be on the run 7 days a week, go to school Monday-Friday and work Saturday and Sunday. Well that sure as hell isn't going to happen, good old student loans will take care of me having to work every single weekend. But I got to thinking last night, wouldn't it be nice to work one or two days a month? Just to have maybe an extra $100-150 in my bank account for spending money?

Now I know you're thinking who in the world will hire someone to work a a few days a month? I don't even have the answer to that yet. But I am going to call up a very old friend who is an assistant manager at a sports team store and see what he can do for me. It's possible that he could use someone as a relief weekend worker. He and I have known each other for nearly 10 years and we worked together for a few of those. It's worth a shot to see what, if anything he can do for me.

The Arguement for Student Loans

So with back to school commercials and sales in full swing, I realize that my start date is coming ever closer. So much for burying my head in the sand.

I went down to the employment office as I had heard that if you were on EI(which I am for mat leave) that you can extend your claim and/or they might provide financial assistance for tuition. Well I'm on the wrong kind of EI so it was a bust. But I did learn that if you apply for Student Aid, even if you don't take the loan, you might qualify for up to $350 a month in government grants if you have a dependent.

Well I don't know if I have the grants yet because I have to go down to school to find out for some reason, but I learned that I can get a few thousand dollars in loans. Now I have the money in the bank to actually pay for tuition and books, but taking the money would make it possible for me to not have to work part-time while I'm in school. I would basically pay myself the way I had been paid before, covering only the bare essentials, then the second I get a real job, I put anything left(I calculate at least 1/3) will go right back on the loan and I start paying it back right away instead of waiting for the 6 month grace period. I also pay back as much as I can and not the bare minimum.

When we worked out our budget, hubby would be paying for pretty much everything. Daycare, food, all the bills. I would just need to cover my car; the loan, gas and insurance. Sale of our house covered the insurance, paying it til mid June 2012. So it's the loan and gas I have to worry about. To cover it I would have to work every Saturday and Sunday, probably in retail, and probably for minimum wage.

So in addition to being a mom, a wife, a cook, a maid and a full-time student...I'd also get to be part-time employee. Lovely. I know me, it just won't work. School will suffer and I really don't want that. There is no sense in me going back to school if I am not going to apply myself and do well.

I think taking the money is a great idea, my mom thinks taking the money is a great idea, some ladies on an online forum I frequent think it's a great idea....then there is my husband. He thinks it's a terrible idea. He thinks that there is no sense me getting another student loan when I just paid one off. He thinks that he was able to work weekends while going to school so I should be able to as well. I think he is nuts. For starters, we lived literally 25 feet from school. Travel time was non existent. And second, and I think this is the kicker, WE HAD NO BABY! And I know he isn't going to be able to take over caring for the baby 100% when I'm in school. So it's a whole different monster.

Begrudgingly he signed the papers on the spouse line. I'm going down to the office today to hand in my paperwork. If I am going to do this, I'm going to do it right.

Brake Chase Redux

I'm still carless. The store gave me the wrong rear brakes and hubby couldn't put the old ones back on because they were rusted on and had to break them to get them off. Hubby has yet to call me to tell me that he has new ones and it's fixed. That worries me.


I'm rather annoyed. I had things to do today. Sure I could walk, but it's 40+ with the humidity. Sure I could take the bus, but it's a holiday today and they only come once an hour...and really who wants to drag bags of groceries on the bus? So I'm stuck.

So I'm doing some online shopping for my little girl's first birthday. At least it's not a total loss.

Wild Brake Chase

I spent most of yesterday trying to hunt down brakes for my car. I drive a newer domestic sedan, how hard can it be? Darn near impossible actually unless I wanted like racing quality which would cost me big bucks. After three places(four if you count the fact I had to go back to one twice) I finally got what I was looking for. Made for a very angry baby in the process.

I still need to get a transmission flush and my spark plugs changed but that will be done at a dealership. Mental note to get a rental as to avoid more angry baby.

What I've Decided

I'm quite annoyed at the moment. It's 5pm and I have not yet got dinner started. Why? I have nobody to make sure my kid doesn't cause any mass destruction or pick her up when she throws a fit. I normally do have someone, my husband. But he decided that going to see if peas where available to buy from the side of the road on the opposite end of the city was far more important.

He also thought that it was far more important to go get his haircut yesterday after dinner than it was to help me give the little monster a bath and say goodnight to her.

So here is what I think is going to be more important not this Monday but the next. I'm going to go get my hair cut. I'll probably get hi-lights too. He can stay with her. He can get a taste dealing with the napless wonder for a few hours. And I am NOT going to feel guilty about it. I'm not a martyr and I need to stop acting like one.

Morning Walks

Being up at god o'clock on a Sunday there is really nothing to do. Nothing on tv except for Say Yes to the Dress and random Christian preachy stuff. So what to do? Go for a walk of course!

We live in a fairly walkable neighbourhood so it's wonderful getting out in the morning when it's still cool and most people(my husband included) are still sleeping. Very peaceful.

I worry that when I go back to school that I'm just not going to have time for these simple pleasures anymore. And even if I do have time, it's not long now before it's not highs of +30, but of -30. I really need to enjoy it while I can.

Hot, So Very Hot

So at 8am this morning it was already 23 degrees outside, but 32 with the humidity. Crazy! Now at 11am, it's 29 but feels like 35. And until at least the end of July it's supposed to be 30 +/- 3 degrees. And that's not including any humidex.

Now I hated the heat. HATED it. I would rather it be -30 any day of the week and there are days when I wonder why I don't live in Antarctica or something. Then last year I was pregnant over the summer. Not just like newly pregnant and not even showing yet, but 8 months full blown pregnant. And for once I was comfortable. When I told my mother I was pregnant in mid January she told me she felt sorry for me because I was going to be so hot. Not even remotely the case. Summer was spent in sandals, cute capris and tops. It was a first for me.

Now this summer has come along. It's even hotter this year and I fully expected to want to die. Not the case. I took the baby to the Farmer's Market yesterday and it was 34 without the humidity yesterday. I thought it was lovely outside. I was sipping a fresh squeezed lemonade at the time but even before I picked it up I was happy.

I didn't think winter was that cold last year. Hopefully this new trend will continue for me.

I Actually Went Out

For the first time since even before my daughter was conceived, I went out with the girls. One of my friends from high school who had moved away is back in town this week. Us girls went out for some drinks and dancing. It was great to get out and have some fun. Something I will definitely have to make a more conscious effort to do more often.

In talking about my baby and her birth to one of my friends, we all came to a bit of a realization that in our own separate ways we've all gone our own ways; busy with school, work, homes, and our spouses. Strange how that seems to work out. We grew up and became homebodies. They don't go out that much more anyway. So I felt better that it wasn't just me. We all need to make more of an effort I guess.

Let's Talk About Size

Breast size that is.

Since having my daughter ten months ago, I'm actually far more comfortable in my own skin. While at a healthy weight before becoming pregnant it was the higher end of normal and I'm now on the lower end of normal no thanks to far better eating and drinking water like it's going out of style....and nursing of course.

Before having my daughter I had pretty good boobs. Not too big, not to small. Then I got pregnant and went up and my husband was in his glory (not like I let him touch them ;) ) Then I gave birth and my milk came in and it was like porn star boobs. And my husband was even happier. Eventually my supply regulated and my boobs went back to pre-pregnancy size, maybe even a touch smaller. Because they were on the smaller size to begin with they are still in the same place(which is pretty much all I care about, don't want saggy boobs in my 20's)

So the point to all this.

Last night we were watching a rerun of Two and a Half Men. It was the episode where Charlie's fiancee Chelsea wants a reduction because she is having back problems. So my brilliant husband tells me that's the size he wants mine to be. IMHO her boobs aren't that much bigger than my pre-pregnancy boobs and that her cleavage is a plunging v-neck top, double sided tape and a $300 pushup bra. Doesn't believe me. So I go get my $50 pushup bra and a v-neck top. Big difference from my nursing tank top. Still not enough.

What do you want from me?! I'm super comfortable and confident in what my body looks like, especially after having a child and you want to take that down a peg. I've never made comments about his package, why is it ok to make comments about a woman's breasts?

Date Night!

Last night, for the first time in approximately ten months, my husband and I went out on a date. We haven't gone anywhere together sans baby since she was born so it was long overdue. After I put the rug rat to sleep, my mom came over to babysit our dog while we ran away to Mexico ;)

No I'm kidding. What we did do was head to Earl's for a drink and appetizers. Other than a few birthdays, our eating out has been to the fabulous places like McDonalds and Burger King and Wendys. Awesome right? Then we went to catch a movie. My dad and my ex-step mother gave me their Scene cards which have oodles of points that can get us free movies. I love free! We went to a 10:50 show! OMG, sitting through the previews I was yawning, that's just too late for me(not like I'm sleeping then, but I'm usually in bed). We didn't get home until close to 1:30. On our way home we joked that my mother probably did think we were halfway to Mexico.

We have many more Scene points, so we'll be doing this again in the near future.

Old Friends

While I've made some new friends, both online and real life since having my daughter, I still think about the "old days" and what my friends from high school are up to. They are in different places than I am. While a few are in fairly long term relationships, most live at home. A few have recently moved into their first apartments. Only one is engaged and I am the only one who is married and the only one with a child.

So to say the least I sometimes find it difficult to get together with them, even just for a lunch or something. I'm not invited for girls nights or day trips to the beach. Because I have a baby.

Today I am going out for lunch with a very good friend of mine. Back in high school, he and I were supposed to get an apartment together. But I met my now husband that summer and moved in with him instead. Except for me bringing him our old mattress, I have not seen him since before I got pregnant....I found out I was pregnant January 2010.

The friend who is engaged, is probably someone who I have the most in common with. We are both in relationships that are committed somehow concrete(I'm thinking rings here) and we are both home owners. She has a "real job" and I had one as well(course I'm going back to school but that's only so I can improve on my "real job" ;) ) But she lives two provinces away from me and I only see her once or twice a year.

She is on her way here in a few days. I haven't seen her since about this time last year and I'm really excited. I'm hopeful that not only can we have lunch all us girls, but I'm hoping that I can actually get in on a night out with them. My kid goes to bed early enough. I might not stay out as late as them all because I have to deal with the babe the next day. But it would really be nice to go out. Hubby does....why can't I?

Bored & Lonely

It's Sunday night and I'm home alone with my (formerly) sleeping baby, the dog that barked and woke her up and my cats. DH is out celebrating his cousin's birthday. Even if it wasn't his cousin's birthday, he would still be out...and I'm left here all alone.

I haven't actually had a night out in about 10 months, so shortly before my daughter was born. My husband on the other hand pretty much gets to do whatever he wants, whenever he wants. It makes for a very lonely existence. Pretty much all of my friends aren't married and/or have children so I'm weird and as such not really worthy of a phone call or text anymore....

Leaves me with another night alone. At least the baby fell back asleep. Part of this is my fault I guess. He's not happy that we moved(very long story) and as such wants to spend as little time here as possible(honestly, just don't ask) but because I'm at the beck and call of an infant I can't even go to the convenience store a few blocks away and get myself chocolate ice cream. But realistically, he did this before we moved so I'm not sure that him not wanting to be here is a good excuse.

So what is one to do? Continue being a martyr? Isolated and alone? Or do I become that wife who says that her husband must stay at home with her. What usually happens when it's the two of us at home? I'll be playing on the computer, him watching TV. So really, I'm almost still alone.

Just can't win....