Tuesday, February 02, 2010

a brief whining break

Smotherhood strikes again. Well, not just smotherhood. Also the dentist.

I went in yesterday to get my temporary crown. How I hate that the crown has to be done in a two-visit process. And I just hate getting crowns, period. It takes a long time, and then my bite is thrown off, no matter how many times they have me bite down and grind on that silvery paper stuff. And then, that tooth is super-sensitive for many many months. How did that stupid tooth break, anyway??

And then there's the matter of my being a freak. A freak whose mouth does not get numb. At least, not until 1.5 hours have elapsed and I've had about 4-5 shots. The dentist kept walking in every 10-15 minutes to ask if I was numb yet. Nope. Well, it's tingly though, right? Just not all the way numb yet? Um, nope. They tried their best not to make me feel like a freak, but I could see it in their eyes.

(I wonder if this freakish condition had anything to do with my epidurals not really working, either? Hmmmm.)

Suffice it to say that I was really glad I brought my ipod and had an audiobook for distraction purposes. I had to turn it up very loud when he was drilling!

My jaw was quite sore for the rest of the day and night. I woke up today thinking that this would definitely be a better day than yesterday! (How could it not?)

I'll tell you how. I took Eva to dance, all super-excited, just like last week. But when she came out of her class, she burst into tears and said she wanted to go home. Immediately. Sadly, we had to make a quick stop at the grocery store and at Max's school to turn in a paper, since Max and Lucas are both home sick (oh joy).

I do not know what happened in dance. I watched most of the class through the window and it looked like she was having a great time. But she never recovered from this tiredness, hunger, or whatever the mystery problem was. She cried almost all day long. While hanging on me.

It's almost enough to make me want to escape to the dentist.

16 comments:

crystal said...

Oh! I am in synch with you, my friend! I got my temporary crown last Thursday, drove to Idaho Friday (not to mention packed & ran errands pell-mell while on pain meds & with a very sore jaw), my temporary cracked out Saturday, I had to call my family dentist in ID (known him since I was in gradeschool--thank goodness) and beg him to fix it on a weekend, he couldn't patch me up til Sunday at 10:30pm, and now I am in Wash, D.C. with a sore mouth & not-so-sturdy temporary crown.

I am so relieved to hear your woes, because you are giving me hope that my SO sensitive tooth might be normal.

(I think I may copy & paste the above run on sentence of complaint for my own blog, so I don't have to compose it again.)

crystal said...

P.-freakin'-S. I would really, really like to take you up on your kind invitation to make The Scary Bread. When I return.

Neighbor Jane Payne said...

Have you considered making an appointment with your OB/GYN while in this state to finish plowing you under?

Not fun days, Michelle. Not fun days. It's days like this that I think, "Thank heavens this day shall never return" when I go to bed.

Jill said...

If going to the dentist, where numbness takes forever to arrive, is considered a place of escape then Smotherhood has reached an all-time low (or should I say high?). Not good. I advise you to lock yourself in your studio or just get in the car and drive for your own sanity and the safety of your children!

patsy said...

oh man- what a day!
I'm sorry-- I hope it gets better FAST. All the whining combined with sick kids & the DENTIST would for sure put me under...

Melinda said...

Oh Michelle, I am so sorry for your teeth woes and then being clobbered by the kids. I really hope it looks up for you.

Susan said...

Good grief! What a day...hopefully a better one tomorrow! But what the heck about dance class?!

And, for the record, I have a very high resistance to novacaine as well. Blame me, I suppose. Crowns, yuk. I have 12!

Miranda said...

Oh, I'm so sorry! It is so frustrating to me when I don't know why Z is sad...and the dentist on top of that. Oh dear.

Esther said...

Good thing is that its almost over and tomorrow will be a brand new day:-). I hope you have some better days to come...

Becky said...

Oh, I sure hope things were better today! I HATE the dentist and I don't do well with crying, clingy kids either...I think that in your situation I would end up having to lock myself away somewhere as Jill suggested!

Amy said...

Oh, Michelle, that sounds awful! Poor you. Poor Eva. Poor you! Good thing you have a fun weekend to look forward to!

shannon said...

What a drag! How did you manage having three children with no epidural? Gese, Michelle,you're a real trooper!

I recently had some dental work done and can't imagine having to deal with feeling the whole process!

The combination of smotherhood, sick kids, and dental work is a recipe for a disasterous day!

Cheer up, Charlie...tomorrow's a new day...

Robyn said...

Ugh, so sorry for you with the tooth issue and the strange resistance to anesthesia. So weird.

I feel for you on the smotherhood thing. Ashley is my whiney child and it kills me. It doesn't seem to have any reason or logic behind it. She just gets on a kick and will ride it out as long as she feels. So trying on my patience and that whole 'unconditional love' thing.

I hope the mystery dance incident does not happen again next time!

Marie said...

In another land in another time I was a dental hygienist. One of my favourite things was giving people dental freezing. I thought it was unbelievably cool.

Can you still love me?

charlotte said...

Oo I hate it when the dentist strikes (I'm afraid he'll strike my mouth sometime soon. . .). And I'm so sorry the Novocain doesn't work as it should—that sounds torturous. And that mixed with smotherhood—may the force be with you. And a few prayers for good measure.

rebekah said...

Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?

I hate Novocaine shots. Could they be any more painful?

Sometimes I think you just can't win with children. I was trying to talk to my sister yesterday and her two youngest were screaming their heads off in the background. In a moment of exasperation she asked, 'Why do they have to be so loud when they're happy?' Who knows, you just can't win.

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