Actually my new dentist is a very nice woman who is much more proactive than the two young guys who took over the practice of my previous dentist when he was diagnosed with lung cancer and subsequently died just a short time after Will did. She was very happy to explain the things she proposed for my near life-long struggle with my gums. The hygienist who cleaned my teeth - I can live without ever even running into to him again. It took all my self-control not to hurt him. Some people are born without the touch to be a hygienist and he is one of them.
No great dental report for Kate or me. She has a tiny cavity that has to be pasted over or something. It won’t need freezing. She is a terrible brusher and now I have proof to hang over her head that I would rather not have, but what can you do. I have ever receding gums and the dentist wants to fill in some places to prevent bone loss, of which I have a tiny bit in the back. I guess I can live with this dour report but it is less than I had hoped for and oddly takes me back to my teens when nothing I did seemed to prevent cavities and lectures about my inadequacy. God do I hate those trips down memory lane.
Oh well, nothing to be done but the obvious.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Snow Days and Stomach Flu
Have you ever woken in the middle of the night for what seemed like no apparent reason only to discover that the vague feeling of unease that tickled your consciousness away from your dreams was more than a headlight driven shadow or the cat prowling? I had one of those night. It began with the a start. One minute I was sleeping, dreaming about needing to be somewhere and not being blessed with nocturnal OnStar and the next I was having a conversation with Rob, who was clearly still asleep. After ascertaining that it was indeed safe to ignore his nonsensical interest in our open window, I had no sooner closed my eyes when Katy was at the side of the bed announcing to no one in particular that she needed to puke. Can any utterance get a parent out of bed faster?
Kate made it to the top of the landing with me still battling the armholes of my robe when I had the first tell-tale gags followed closely by retching. When I arrived on the scene she was done - for the moment - and the cat was eyeing the small piles of barely digested pizza like it was manna from heaven. That was 3:30 A.M. and aside from about an hour and a half between 6 and 8 A.M., I didn’t get back to sleep until close to 11 A.M. by which time Katy had finished emptying the contains of her tummy throughly and Rob had called in sick with not so vague tummy rumblings himself. (My poor but wonderful husband did all the clean-up by the way from mopping up the floor to emptying and rinsing the waste-baskets.)
The day itself turned out to be snowy and blowy and a good day all around for not venturing out. I napped til late afternoon and awoke to find both my patients as I had left them, watching videos and sipping liquids and having pretzels. I am not sure the last part qualifies as light fare for troubled tummies but as long as it isn’t coming back up - it’ll do.
Unfortunately, Katy will miss her winter concert performance tonight. She was to be the jingle bells and stand in the front row. Luckily the kindergartners had given the same performance yesterday for the grades 1 through 3 and she still has her ballet performance on Saturday afternoon.
Not exactly the way you want to spend the day after a great birthday but I’ll take it anyway. Home with my loveys who are now on the mend and thankful that my own bout with this on Sunday means that perhaps we have jumped this winter hurdle and can look forward to a healthy, happy Christmas.
Kate made it to the top of the landing with me still battling the armholes of my robe when I had the first tell-tale gags followed closely by retching. When I arrived on the scene she was done - for the moment - and the cat was eyeing the small piles of barely digested pizza like it was manna from heaven. That was 3:30 A.M. and aside from about an hour and a half between 6 and 8 A.M., I didn’t get back to sleep until close to 11 A.M. by which time Katy had finished emptying the contains of her tummy throughly and Rob had called in sick with not so vague tummy rumblings himself. (My poor but wonderful husband did all the clean-up by the way from mopping up the floor to emptying and rinsing the waste-baskets.)
The day itself turned out to be snowy and blowy and a good day all around for not venturing out. I napped til late afternoon and awoke to find both my patients as I had left them, watching videos and sipping liquids and having pretzels. I am not sure the last part qualifies as light fare for troubled tummies but as long as it isn’t coming back up - it’ll do.
Unfortunately, Katy will miss her winter concert performance tonight. She was to be the jingle bells and stand in the front row. Luckily the kindergartners had given the same performance yesterday for the grades 1 through 3 and she still has her ballet performance on Saturday afternoon.
Not exactly the way you want to spend the day after a great birthday but I’ll take it anyway. Home with my loveys who are now on the mend and thankful that my own bout with this on Sunday means that perhaps we have jumped this winter hurdle and can look forward to a healthy, happy Christmas.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
My Birthday
I was born at 7:36 A.M. forty-four years ago today. That - is a long time ago my friends, and yet if you asked me if I feel old or to define “old”, I don’t know if I could. Sure I recently berated a poster on my DM-Register blog about the delusional tendencies we “boomers” have about age and how that relates to us (not at all if you were wondering), but 44 is a considerable number of years. I don’t feel wiser though I am a bit creakier of joint and stiff of muscle at times. I have gray hairs (I may have mentioned this before) and I have wrinkles (of which I am not fond but I deal).
The celebration of me and my birth has gone through changes since that first birthday, a bittersweet day for the 17 year old who bore me and gave me up, I am sure. Over the course of my childhood it was duly noted by my immediate family and some extended with just three parties ever been held in my honor - my 1st birthday, my fifth and my thirteenth. I would not have another birthday party until my 37th. Will, my late husband, gathered our friends for a dinner celebration out at a new restaurant in Cumming, which is no longer there and where he is now buried. Throughout my teens and twenties my birthday was a hit and miss affair. During my college years it always fell during finals and no one could be coaxed away from books and notes for even the tiniest party. Once I was teaching, I might sometimes be feted by a class or a group of coworkers but the day was by and large just another day. I haven’t celebrated my birthday with my mom since high school, but I do remember one year in college when she actually got my gift and card to me on the very day of my birthday. The book was a fictionalized biography of Henry the VIII by Margaret George. Mom inscribed it even and I still have it. It’s sitting on the bookshelves in our living-room. Will always made a big deal of my birthday because he loved me and because he knew how much I still resented the birthday slights of the past when I had gotten combo birthday/xmas gifts and usually neither one was very nice. It made me wonder if anyone I knew had any idea at all of who I really was.
Today, Rob surprised me at lunch with a carrot cake (it’s the only kind I can eat without getting sick) and presents from Katy that he had picked out for her to give me. Books. Ken Follett’s World Without End which I had requested from the library about a month ago already and was still 43rd in the queue. I also got Helen Humphrey's The Frozen Thames which is a collection of short stories whose setting is the River Thames during those times it has frozen over - something it doesn’t do anymore. Rob is getting me a rebounder which he thought was an odd thing for me to want for my birthday but that’s me. I received three phone calls. One from my friends Meg in Iowa and then a call each from my parents. There were birthday greetings and wishes on my Facebook wall as well today from friends and my two wonderful step-daughters. And I have to say, that 44 is suiting me but that’s not a surprise. Age in general has always seemed a better fit than youth did.
The celebration of me and my birth has gone through changes since that first birthday, a bittersweet day for the 17 year old who bore me and gave me up, I am sure. Over the course of my childhood it was duly noted by my immediate family and some extended with just three parties ever been held in my honor - my 1st birthday, my fifth and my thirteenth. I would not have another birthday party until my 37th. Will, my late husband, gathered our friends for a dinner celebration out at a new restaurant in Cumming, which is no longer there and where he is now buried. Throughout my teens and twenties my birthday was a hit and miss affair. During my college years it always fell during finals and no one could be coaxed away from books and notes for even the tiniest party. Once I was teaching, I might sometimes be feted by a class or a group of coworkers but the day was by and large just another day. I haven’t celebrated my birthday with my mom since high school, but I do remember one year in college when she actually got my gift and card to me on the very day of my birthday. The book was a fictionalized biography of Henry the VIII by Margaret George. Mom inscribed it even and I still have it. It’s sitting on the bookshelves in our living-room. Will always made a big deal of my birthday because he loved me and because he knew how much I still resented the birthday slights of the past when I had gotten combo birthday/xmas gifts and usually neither one was very nice. It made me wonder if anyone I knew had any idea at all of who I really was.
Today, Rob surprised me at lunch with a carrot cake (it’s the only kind I can eat without getting sick) and presents from Katy that he had picked out for her to give me. Books. Ken Follett’s World Without End which I had requested from the library about a month ago already and was still 43rd in the queue. I also got Helen Humphrey's The Frozen Thames which is a collection of short stories whose setting is the River Thames during those times it has frozen over - something it doesn’t do anymore. Rob is getting me a rebounder which he thought was an odd thing for me to want for my birthday but that’s me. I received three phone calls. One from my friends Meg in Iowa and then a call each from my parents. There were birthday greetings and wishes on my Facebook wall as well today from friends and my two wonderful step-daughters. And I have to say, that 44 is suiting me but that’s not a surprise. Age in general has always seemed a better fit than youth did.
Happy Birthday Ann!
In recognition of your birthday, my dear. I hope that everything goes your way on your special day today.
Love You Always,
Rob
Love You Always,
Rob
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