Vicodin, Demerol and Halcyon - Oh My!

Though I'm not generally afraid of the dentist - I've already had several procedures in life - I was certainly feeling trepidatious about having four wisdom teeth removed yesterday. I had been told, somewhat erroneously, by another dentist that two of the teeth had their roots in my sinuses. Yikes! I already have serious sinus and allergy troubles as is, so the mention of a "perforated sinus" was NOT reassuring.

So, by the time I was sitting in the dentist's waiting room, I was a nervous wreck. Irritable, defensive and on the verge of tears - cue the Halcyon, followed by a very reassuring chat with a be-yarmulked dentist in the office. Much better! The last thing I clearly remember is chatting with Alison and someone in the background mentioning Demerol - then poof! The sedation was allegedly "conscious" sedation, though there are only two moments I remember: one tooth, on the bottom left, coming out easily & thinking it was strange to feel one's tooth being slipped out of the gum as though it were a snug shoe removed at the end of the day; and my dentist having me in a headlock. My bottom right tooth had deep and splayed roots, thus making it more difficult to remove - hence the headlock. In both instances, I quickly drifted off again and felt no pain.

Apparently, I said goodbye to the Dentist and staff, though I all I remember is being told to lie down a little while. There was a bit of excitement in the hallway necessitating my sitting down before actually fainting...rather than walk down to the car, I was wheeled down and somehow shoved into Alison's car.

The rest of the night was pretty miserable and bloody, though I'm in much better shape today. I didn't go to work, which I must say is awesome. Y, though often a pain in the ass, was thankfully understanding.

I've kept my teeth, but don't know what to do with them now. Gild them? Gild them and make them into earrings? Morbid and cool. Perhaps.

Horoscopes

Generally, malarky, yes.

I only take one horoscope seriously: http://www.freewillastrology.com/horoscopes/leo.html

And I read all the signs - the guy who writes them, Rob Breszny, speaks my language and his weekly horoscopes always say just what I need to hear. Not always what I want to hear, mind you, but what I need to hear to get my own butt in gear.

This week's:
"A British study revealed that the average man spends a full six months of his life staring at women in a slack-jawed trance of frustrated desire," reported The Week magazine. That's the bad news. The good news? The omens suggest you have an extraordinary capacity right now to break any slack-jawed trance of frustrated desire you've been oppressed by. That's true whether you're a hetero man or any other kind of Leo. So identify the sad, unrequited longing that evokes your most poignant disappointment, and rise up to overthrow it. You've got the power to declare your independence. "

Lately I've been flirting with my old familiar "slack-jawed trance." No, no, no, NO.

To love me in theory but not in practice is not enough.

Today

I've (mostly) enjoyed my day - though work is RIDICULOUS at the moment, I'm at least not working on Fridays. My pocketbook is hurting, but the extra day off is absolutely worth it. I staggered out of bed at around 8:30, watched a DVR'd episode of the X-Files, had a leisurely breakfast of coffee and the Greek yogurt from Trader Joe's and then went to the Doctor's at 11:30.

My Doctora is new & I like her (she was wearing amazing boots today that I covet - delicious knee-high chocolate brown leather. Oh my God.) I've had a lingering problem that my old Doc couldn't resolve - Doctora made a suggestion today that in retrospect seems quite obvious and I'm now annoyed afresh at the old Doc for his seeming ineptitude.

I also decided that I'm buying all my drugs online from Canada - had I bought everything prescribed to me from the pharmacy, it would have cost $270, $120 of which would be for an allergy drug I should refill MONTHLY. This same drug is available both OTC AND in generic in Canada for $20. Grrr.

Post-doctora, I went to the grocery store and Trader Joes's. I like grocery shopping by myself in the middle of a weekday. I'm free to space out, obsess over what type of salad dressing or wine to buy in the relative desolation of the aisles.

Once home, I cuddled with my cats and played online. (un)Exciting though it may sound, it was actually a very pleasant and peaceful day - pharmaceutical rage notwithstanding. Boyfriend got home around 5:30, whereupon we watched oodles of basketball (sadly, the Suns lost - but the Pistons won), ate a delicious dinner of salmon & salad and then polished off a bottle of champagne. Excellent.