Whirlwind of Pleasure and Pain

What a week it has been!! Those of you who follow me on Twitter or look at the sidebar every so often have a small inkling of what I've been thru, but here's a recap for the remainder of my blog buddies.

Last Friday was an exhausting, yet exhilarating day. I had a HORRIBLE week...and by Thursday I could tell my nerves were shot. There was a lot going on at work, plus, I had been harrassing The Offspring to practice for her upcoming All State choir audition. If you have ever raised a teenager, you know that eye-rolling and sighing are part of the ordeal. It was also the same week I got ANOTHER phone bill delivered in a cardboard box, outlining the 18,625 text messages sent and received by said Offspring. Needless to say, "Mother of the Year" awards are not in my future for 2009.

Friday morning found me on a bus at 5:30AM, riding over two hours out of town to help chaperone kids for All State choir auditions. Thankfully, all the kids on the trip were GOOD KIDS...no behavior problems, and genuinely sweet. Still, my 40-year old butt does not enjoy sitting on CONCRETE in a gym for an entire day, waiting for auditions to end. We arrived around 8:15AM, and the kids got their audition numbers. There were 126 Alto II's numbered for auditions...and what number did The Offspring get? That's right. Number 126. She didn't audition until 4:30PM. The stress and nerves from waiting all day didn't phase the kid, however. She made the choir. Her FRESHMAN YEAR. I was so excited, I cried...surely tears of relief, joy and pure exhaustion. You go, Girl!


During the week, my one remaining wisdom tooth had been "twinging." I had three of them pulled in 2003, but my dentist said that last lower right tooth had a crooked root and required an oral surgeon's touch. The closest oral surgeon is an hour and a half from my home...so what have I done? Put the extraction off. For years.

The tooth has flared up over the years, but a good dose of antibiotic has always settled it down. This past Sunday, it decided to give me a run for my money. Now, I had a baby with no drugs...but this pain? OMG. EXCRUCIATING. Mind-numbing. Blinding. I was literally rocking back in forth in my recliner, tears streaming down my face, unable to focus because of the pain. I ended up in the ER, trying to determine if I was going to die. It was THAT bad.

Nothing like being FORCED to address a problem, you know? Anyone who knows me IRL knows that I push myself 110%, that I go, and go, and go...and rarely stop. Well, this tooth stopped me dead in my tracks. It got my attention. After VERY strong antibiotics, an x-ray, words of encouragement from my dentist, and LOTS of Motrin, I am better. I have "constant but manageable" pain. Which is a good thing, since I have to sing backup vocals for our band's debut this upcoming Saturday night.

Tiggerlane has learned her lesson. She is going to have the tooth extracted on the 23rd. I don't know if the world will keep turning, but if it stops suddenly at 11:00AM CST, you'll know why.