I’m Done! Yes!

I’m done! Complete! Finished!

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Well, with my tooth work at least!  I got my crown on earlier in the week and today went back and had them shave it down a little bit.  So far, so good.  I think I may need one more adjustment, but I’m going to take it for a spin for a bit to see if it is just something I have to get used to, or if I do need an adjustment.

You can’t know how happy I am right now.

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Pulling out my Happy Tooth right now!!

Of course, now I have to figure out how to pay for it, but that’s for future Kate to worry about.  I’ll be provided for, I always am.

But… and you knew there was a but coming…

Since my work is done, it was time to start on T’s.  His mouth is pretty healthy, a couple of placed to watch; however, I knew he was going to need a root canal.  I got my first one about 17, so the fact that at almost 15 he needs his first one breaks my heart.  We just have weak teeth.  The dentist asked what caused my first root canal – I told her: I sneezed.  The power of the sneeze cracked my tooth in half.

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Tuesday we started T’s root canal and today they finished it.  We are just waiting for his crown to be made and he’ll be done.  Fortunately, his root canal was a breeze compared to mine.  He was done in 20 minutes for the first appointment!  His pain was minimum.  He was a trooper!  Today he’s struggling.  They did two appointments at once, so they finished the root canal and prepped the tooth and took impressions – so it was a bit more invasive and his pain level is higher but he is still expected to recover pretty darn quickly.

Lucky him.

And, I was a good mommy.  I took him to Orange Leaf (a DIY frozen yogurt place his grandmother recently introduced him to) and spent $8 for the two of us to get a cup of fro-yo to sooth his mouth.  I’m still reeling over the fact that it’s easily $8-$10 for two frozen yogurts.

Okay, the ones we got were 1/4 this size - I guess this one is like $50 at check out!

Okay, the ones we got were 1/4 this size – I guess this one is like $50 at check out! But, it is super yummy! 

Shrimp Quesadillas a.k.a. I’m So Hungry!!

I’m starving.  I’ve lived with being starving for months now.  And, when I can eat, I have, which is probably why despite the fact that I’ve seriously reduced my intake I haven’t actually lost more than a pound or two! But, that’s okay.  I’ve told you before and I’ll say it again – as soon as all my tooth work is over, I’m going out and eating everything off the menu at my favorite spot.  And I mean everything! 

Today I had impressions done for my permanent bridge.  It’s more invasive than you think. We tried to get these impressions at my last appointment; however, after five tries, we still didn’t have it and the doc knew that it just wasn’t happening and we rescheduled. Today went much better!

So, while I’m sitting here with an aching mouth wondering how many pain pills I can take before it becomes excessive, I figured I’d share a great entree I’ve made a couple of times.  Mr. T loves this and I have a feeling I’ll be making them for quite a bit longer!

Shrimp Quesadillas:

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I diced up some onion and bell pepper and grated a bit of garlic in there and got it started on the stove.

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Then I gathered the rest of the ingredients. Some spray butter for the flour tortillas. This gives me nice even coverage. I have pepper jack cheese shown, because this time T and I wanted some spice, but I’ve also made it with queso blanco shredded cheese and that was nice and rich.

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I added some lemon and a couple pats of butter and then dropped in some small shrimp. It only takes a few minutes to cook and so I preheat the skillet pan while the shrimp is cooking.

 

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This is Shorty keeping me company while I cook. He’s also secretly hoping I’ll drop some cheese or a shrimp. Both of which have happened…

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I spray the flour tortilla with butter and drop it on the skillet, top it with cheese and when the cheese starts to melt, I spoon on the shrimp. Usually a couple of big tablespoons full. Then I top it with the other tortilla and spray it with butter and flip it over. It was during one of these flips that a shrimp went flying and I discovered that Shorty does like shrimp!

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Once it’s nice and toasty, I drop it on the cutting board and get out my pizza cutter and make four nice little slices.

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Spray, stuff and repeat until they are all done! In the mean time I steamed some broccoli and then fixed our plates.

Short of the fact that I stand there like an assembly line – it really is fast and easy and so very tasty!  We had this a few weeks ago and I had it back on the list of meals for the next couple of weeks.  Mr. T was looking at the list and he goes “Hey, can we have shrimp quesadillas soon?”  Well, of course we can! 

Root Canals Aren’t That Bad!

Never in my life would I expect to utter those words!  I’m not going to lie, today, I really believe it! After the work I’ve had done so far, the root canal was a breeze.  I will tell you that my jaw is very sore, it hurts to talk and yawing about kills me – and I’m running a small fever.  Have no clue why, so I’m chalking it up to stress.

About 20 years ago, I had a root canal done. Well, that is the tooth that a few weeks ago changed my life.  The crown came off, and took the tooth with it.  You know this story.  I had it extracted.  It sucked.  Today was the root canal on the tooth in front of it, in preparation for the permanent bridge.  It wasn’t bad.  If you are squimish about teeth though, do NOT read any further.

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My mom called me this morning when she realized that the root canal was today. She goes “Who is taking you?”  Ummm, no one? I’m driving myself.  “You can’t do that.  What time is your appointment?”  10:00 am.  “Well, I can take off and come get you.”  Mom, you really don’t have to, I’m pretty sure I can drive myself.  No, really mom, they would have told me if I couldn’t drive.  (Now, as a side note, my mom does NOT do teeth.  We cannot discuss teeth in front of her.  We can’t show her a loose tooth.  Sometimes, we can’t even smile too big in front of her.  She walks into the dentist office and checks in, goes back to the car, takes a couple of Valium and waits for them to come get her, from her car, cause there is no way she’ll sit in the waiting room.)  Now that you know that, you understand how awesome it was that she offered!  That was like a huge deal for her to offer.  Being the awesome daughter I am, I told her that when the office opened, I’d call them and verify that I could drive.  Which I did.  And they confirmed, I’d just be numb, I’d be fine.

I get there and let them know that after breakfast I did brush and floss… but I had pizza for breakfast, so, uh, don’t judge if you find a random piece of dough.  Then they stick me with those awful needles.  My jaw immediately starts hurting when they jab that needle in there.  But, it’s for a good cause.  I’ll tolerate it.  The Price is Right is on the TV above me, so I have fun watching them bid while the entire left side of my face goes numb.

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Not a bad way to pass the time…

Okay.  It’s time to begin.  Whirl, Buzz, Suction… I’m starting to regret not having brought headphones.  Nah, it’s okay.  I am a big girl, I am tough.  OH MY GOD!  My entire body flinched before I even realized that all of the sudden, it really hurt!  The dentist was awesome – before it had even fully registered to me, she was out of my mouth and going “Kate, I’m going to numb you some more.”  Ya think? I was like – yeah, I felt that.

After a very short delay, we were back at it.  Whirl, Buzz, and then a weird vibrating thing happened.  It was odd.  I’m not even going to go there.  But then, then, oh my goodness, then the Dr. goes “Wow, look at your root. Look how big it is!”  Okay, I don’t want to see this, I don’t want to know this, I keep my eyes shut for a reason, but when you say something like that to me — I’M GOING TO LOOK!!!

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Y’all, there was my root, just sitting on the drill bit.  And the doc is going on and on about how big it is.  I’m nodding and saying what I think is the appropriate response – all the while I have this inner dialog going “oh my goodness, that is so gross… **shudder**.  Wait, go look again.  Look at that, is it big?  It seems big.  Gross, gross, gross, why is she showing this to me?”  Then, I about die, when she wipes it off the drill bit and onto her finger and puts it right in front of me and states again “Look at how big this is.”  I don’t know if I should be proud or ashamed?!? I mean, is it good?  Is it bad?  I don’t know!!

Fortunately, I was saved from further inner dialog as she got back to work.  Very soon I heard the words “Okay, I just have to finish and close you up.”  Oh thank you Lord.  It’s almost over.  My jaw is killing me.  I’ve just seen parts of my body that I never wanted to see – that I never even thought was possible to see.  I’m feeling very traumatized!!

Before I know it, I’m checking out.  They hand me scripts for the usual antibiotics and pain killers and I’m on my way.  I survived.  I was able to come home and get some work done.  Then I took a small nap, I couldn’t help myself.  I think that the dentist office just makes me sleepy.  That or the pain pills!

True to course, my dad called a bit ago to make sure I had food and see how I was feeling.  I was prepared this time!  I didn’t need him to bring me anything, which made me feel good about myself! Of course, as we all know, third time is a charm, because for the first 2 dental issues, I did have to have dad bring me food!  I’m a slow learner sometimes, what can I say? 🙂

So yeah, that happened, I saw the root that was removed from my tooth.  That is an image I will never forget.  Ever.

Mashed Potato Sandwiches

I know, I know, you are all tired of my drama when it comes to my teeth.  Well, I don’t care.  It is the most interesting thing happening in my life right now so suck it up and sit through one more post about it! I mean: Please sit through this with me!

I had the unplanned tooth extraction on Tuesday.  Half way through the dentist stops and goes “Kate, I’m having some difficulty with this.”  Due to my TMJ, my jaw is slightly misshapen and the roots of my teeth don’t go straight down, they take a jog in there.  Now, I had been praying through this entire procedure; however, at this point, I stepped up the prayers to non-stop.  I was carrying on a conversation with God that was pretty much “Please help her get this done, please be with her, please let her get this out, pretty please let this work!”

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She kept working on the extraction.  Then, about ¾ of the way through she stopped again.  “Kate, we need to take an x-ray, I’m struggling to get this last little bit out.  If I can’t get it, I’ll have to send you to a surgeon.”

Not going to lie, at hearing this, my eyes filled with tears.  I can’t impart to you how much I really didn’t want to go see an oral surgeon.  I mean, really, REALLY didn’t want to go.  My prayers turned to the promise stage “Lord, I’ll do whatever you want me to, just let her get this out.  Am I currently too obsessed with the TV show Supernatural?  Okay, fine, I’ll stop watching it – just let her get this out.  You want my first born?  Okay, fine, just let her get this tooth out.”  (I don’t think I really offered up Mr. T, but, I might have!! It’s pretty much a blur…)

Next thing I knew, she was stitching me up!!  This one wouldn’t heal on its own, but she managed to get it out.  I also needed to have a script for antibiotics, since the work had been so invasive.  I had filled my script for pain pills last week, but ran to Wal-Mart for some penicillin.  The wait is 45 minutes.  I sat on the bench and did my best to survive.  It was done in 10 minutes!  Massive blessings!

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Heaven in a cup!

I went home and curled up on the couch.  I texted my dad and told him that I did need him to pick up Mr. T that night and would he please grab me a chocolate shake? Not only did he bring me a shake, but he brought me mashed potatoes and gravy.  Oh my goodness.  Best meal ever.  I made it about half way through the mashed potatoes and gravy and then put them in the fridge.  I had been starving, but didn’t really have anything at the house I could eat, so this was a life saver. (Yes, I had been to Target that morning and yes, I just completely spaced the fact that I needed food I could actually eat…but I did remember to pick up The Hobbit for T’s Easter gift and a couple of chocolate bunnies for us! Priorities you know!)

The next morning I was working from the couch and got hungry.  I knew I only had half of a serving of potatoes left… and it had to last me breakfast and lunch.  So, I did what anyone would do.  I grabbed a couple of slices of bread to go with it!  I got my spoon and smeared a bit of potatoes on the bread and took a bite.  It was perfect.  It was just the right size for my mouth to handle, and soft enough that I could eat it.

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Best thing since sliced bread!

I had my own little mashed potato and gravy sandwich.  It was Heaven – and so good that I went ahead and had it again for lunch!

For the record, today I’m doing so much better.  I am still slightly swollen and I ache, but overall, I feel that I’m on the road to recovery!   She did chip the tooth next to it as she was working, but I have to have a root canal on that one in three weeks, so I’m not worried!

But, you know what I really want?  Some crack.  How soon till I can eat that you think?

And The Hits Just Keep On Coming!

So, I had a dental appointment the other day, discovered that I needed two root canals (not just the filings that I wanted) and that the dentist was willing to perform the extraction I needed.  We know I got the extraction cause that was the day that we found out my sister was 6 months pregnant.  That is healing nicely, by the way, cause I know that you all were wondering!  I’m putting the root canals off until I can pay cash for them. My plan is in place!

Saturday I worked with my mom for four hours, walking the aisles of the antique mall where she has a booth.  I took a shift for my dad.  It wasn’t bad.  Dad brought me lunch and took over for the second half of the day.  I was eating my chicken sandwich as I was driving home and bit down and was like “Crap, a chicken bone? Is that even possible??”

Yeah, not a freaking chicken bone.  I have a tooth that has a crown from a root canal about 20 years ago.  The crown fell off.  AND IT TOOK THE TOOTH WITH IT!!!!

So, I’m driving down the road, discovering that I have a shear plane in my mouth and a freaking tooth still inside the crown in my hand.  I’m so not a happy camper.  Fortunately, since it’s a tooth that had a root canal, it doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t bother me.  I make it through the weekend and call the dentist on Monday, got a Tuesday appointment set up.  Scheduled a teeth cleaning for Mr. T at the same time.  Two birds.

Okay, remember me mentioning that I have two root canals I need and am putting them off?  Yeah, well, in order to fix the tooth that broke this weekend, I have to have one of the root canals done immediately.  Sigh.  So, I go in next week for the extraction of the roots of the broken tooth.  Then I’ll go in and have the root canal done on the tooth next to it and then, after it’s all healed, I get a replacement tooth.

Really?? Can I have one break.  Just one.  Please.

Let end by saying, I’m not lacking in my dental hygiene skills. I brush, I floss – all the darn time!  Ask my fellow blogger Erica, she will tell you that my favorite habit when on the phone is to floss my teeth.  Well, not my favorite habit, but she does hear me do it at least in every other conversation!  I don’t sip sodas, I drink them down so that the acid doesn’t sit on my teeth.  I drink a ton of water.  I take care of my mouth.  I think it’s genetic.  My mom and my grandmother have all gone through this, so I’m blaming them!

Enough about my tooth issues.  Maybe one day I’ll have a post to write that doesn’t involve my teeth… one day… but since I’m currently fixated on this issue, that day is not today!

And the hits just keep on coming...

And the hits just keep on coming…

Happy Spring Break!

Let’s Celebrate, I Survived the Week!

I’ve tried to write this blog three times so far.  I’ve had to delete it due to length, due to lack of time and due to the situation changing.  I have yet to be able to keep this even under 1500 words, so, let’s try a different approach! Something that won’t bore you!

Last week I had a molar extracted.  A bone chip apparently can be a side effect, and it was tearing up my cheek.  Monday the dentist told me to grab some tweezers and I could pull it myself.  Uh huh, sure.   

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It’s Monday.  I don’t plan to leave the house, so my clothes don’t match.  This isn’t that pertinent, it’s just an aside to let you know that I go out in public looking awful.

My dad is out of town this week.  This week my parents are having their retaining wall fixed/replaced and this means there isn’t a fence around their backyard.  And they have 3 dogs.  And those dogs have to be taken out. 

Lee’s foot hurts.  He can’t walk on it, I go over to take care of him and let the dogs out.  As soon as I got there the plans change and we are headed to Care Now (doc in the box clinic).   

Several hours later, we had the worst doctor I’ve ever encountered. I mentioned the fear of gout and I asked the doctor to make sure she double checked anything that she would prescribe to make sure it didn’t conflict with any of Lee’s existing meds.  She told me “I know how to do my job”.  Then she diagnosed him with tendinitis and tried to give him an injection that conflicted with his meds.  When we brought this up and refused the injection, she then said that she just wasn’t going to prescribe anything at all.  Nice hissy fit doc. 

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Monday night I called the dentist and left a message.  I didn’t have any luck in pulling out the bone chip, please call me in the morning and let me know when you can fit me in. 

Tuesday morning they called and had a 3 o’clock opening. Great! I’ll take it!  Then my mom called.  Lee is doing worse; did the doctor say why she wouldn’t prescribe the steroids? Is there something else we can do?  Well, Mom, I can call Care Now and ask for a different doctor to review the file – which I did.  We got called in to have some blood work done.  The new doc wanted to check for infection and for gout. (I sent out a mental “told you so” to the crappy doc from the day before, petty of me, I know!)  After the blood was drawn I left Lee at Care Now and drove the 3 minutes to my dentist and had the bone chip pulled.  They told me that it was wedged and I wouldn’t have been able to remove it myself.  I sent out another mental “told you so” and went back to the clinic. 

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In the 15 minutes I was gone, the doctor had made it back.  I walked in the room and Lee goes “Okay, we have to go to the hospital.” “Why, what did she say?” “I have an infection and some other stuff.”  Uh, okay, other stuff isn’t a lot to go on.  So, I got the doctor to come back and tell me the results.  Pretty big infection and his blood sugar was through the roof, she didn’t feel right treating him due to the heart issues.  We’d have the results of the gout test tomorrow. 

Now we head downtown to the hospital.  I pulled mom out of her meeting and she in turn ended up tracking down a doc who could see Lee.  I met up with mom and gave her Lee and then came back home.  I heard later that the new doctor confirmed it looked like gout, so he was going to go ahead and give him some steroids and good pain pills.  I ended up picking up Mr. T at 6:30 and then making several stops to gather up the scripts and everything else that was needed. 

Wednesday I ended up working from their house again taking care of Lee and the dogs.  24 hours comes around and I call to get the results of the gout test.  After several transfers and many more minutes I was then told that the results take up to 72 hours.  Uh no, that doesn’t work for me.  You told me 24 hours, so since it’s not my fault that you gave me misinformation, would you please call the lab?  Several more transfers and then I got the clinical manager and he agreed to call the lab.  About 20 minutes later I had the results.  Lee had gout.  I mean he really has gout.  Your uric acid levels should be at 7.  Lee was at 14.5.  Due to his reduced kidney function his body isn’t flushing the acid out like happens in most people.  And the fact that his is on diuretics makes it even harder.

Fortunately, his cardiologist said “Okay, I can work with that”, so we have hope.  And last I saw Lee, the swelling was going down and the pain was receding.  He could actually put some weight on part of his foot again. 

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Now we are at today.  TGIF indeed! After I pick Mr. T up at 6:30, I’ll run him a couple of towns over to spend a few days with some family friends.  He gets to do this every spring break and we all look forward to it!

Tomorrow I spend four hours working with my mom at her antique mall booth.  After that… can you smell it…? I smell the sweet scent of Freedom! 

And look, under 1000 words!  Happy Weekend everyone!