Pink Elephants, Blue Whales & Pearly Whites

As you know I had a difficult month, but with some luck the tide is turning.  I woke up early.  I knew I had an appointment to keep and I never sleep well when I have to be somewhere, I am always afraid I am going to over sleep and be late.  Plus I had the strangest dream about an old boyfriend I hadn't thought of in years.  I don't know what that was about.  The subconscious is an odd thing in it's ability to dig stuff out of old files you didn't even remember you had.

Today I went and got my new crown fitted.  Keep your fingers crossed that it stays put!  I can't afford to keep buying crowns, they are expensive little things.  Plus this whole not being able to eat anything solid was really starting to wear on me after so many weeks of it.

When I was done I stopped at one of my favorite shops and found a blue whale ring, while I like whales pretty well...a couple years ago I saw a blue whale ring online and thought it was the cutest thing ever.  I don't know why, it's not the sort of thing I usually buy.  But I have looked at it a few times over the past couple years.  Today they happened to have one in the shop!  All things really do come to those who wait!  It fit perfectly, so naturally it came home with me.  I had been so good too darnit!   I have him on the wrong hand and wrong finger for the pic, but it's surprising how hard it is to photograph your own hand.  Also don't mind the Hello Kitty band aid...I stabbed a scissor point into my finger yesterday.

When I got home there was a package waiting on the porch.  I LOVE packages!!!  They are always filled with wondrous things, and I certainly wasn't disappointed.  Inside was a little pink elephant that had to come and live at my house from Kelly Jo at Tickled Pink Bears.  Isn't she cute as pie!  Interestingly enough she is similar in shape to one of the two new patterns I just designed.  Although mine isn't an elephant.

I was going to work on one of the new designs tonight since I have a fun idea, but I am just too tired.  So I am off to bed early to make up for getting up early.  The new pattern will just have to wait until tomorrow!

Hugs, K <3

Not Again!!!

I cried. I did, I couldn't help it because my frustration was so great. I hate to cry, especially in public. But R and I went out for lunch before doing some much needed grocery shopping. Halfway through lunch my crown fell off AGAIN. This time however, I swallowed it.

I am tellin ya this stuff ALWAYS happens on the weekend. I don't understand why it fell off again. I was careful and followed all the instructions last time to the letter.

I called the on call dentist who wasn't even remotely concerned and said he had been going without a crown on his for a year and a half...as if that would make me feel better.

Then he said; "maybe you will find it." I said; "oh no, I swallowed it." He said "yes I know"....*insert look of utter horror here*

Now like any artist I can get very messy sometimes. But messy is not the same as dirty. I live wayyy across the border in OCD land about being dirty. I even used a spoon to make mud pies as a kid so I didn't have to touch the dirt. I am nearly hermetically clean all the time. I have spent literally years developing ways to make the bears look old and dirty that is absolutely non toxic and completely irrevocably clean.

The thought of what he was suggesting was more than my brain could begin to process. I didn't even know what to say...I think it was something like "eeeeewwwwwohhhhhhhnoooooo" that faded off into a silent scream while my brain just shut down. He may as well have just suggested I drink a nice glass of iced sewer water. I know they would sterilize it, I know it's going to cost a fortune for a new one...and I don't care. NOTHING that has passed through my system is ever going back in my mouth, and that's that! There isn't enough boiling water and bleach in the world.

But since I know they will have to make a new one, that probably means everything I will be eating for the rest of the week will be sucked through a straw. I am so sad because R was going to make his famous BBQ chicken for Memorial Day. Ok well it's not famous...but it's so good it should be. Instead I will be having a nice can of microwavable tomato soup. I think I am going to go cry again.

I will still be making my announcement tonight though. Until then...K.

More Mouth Troubles

Books like "The Secret" would have you believe that you make your own luck by being positive. They suggest that if you have positive thoughts, positive things will happen to you. They also suggest that if you have negative thoughts you attract negative energy to you and bad things happen. Well that might be true to a certain extent, but I think sometimes things just happen regardless what your state of mind might be.

Saturday I woke up in a very positive mood. I hadn't gone 12 feet across my floor before I stepped down wrong and popped my knee out joint. I have never had that happen before, and I can tell you it hurts a great deal. I popped it back into place (which didn't really feel any better) and I was left with a pulled muscle that has had me hobbling around all weekend.

Sunday morning I woke up, and despite having a painful knee I was still in a fairly positive frame of mind. R had been called into work for an emergency, so I was on my own for lunch. I had just settled down to a lovely chicken, fruit and spinach salad. I ate one strawberry, and took a bite of chicken when I bit down on something very hard. At first I thought it was a bone, but I realized quickly that a bone wouldn't be rattling around like a chicklet. My next thought was that the filling they had put into my broken tooth from earlier in the month had come out. But instead what landed in my hand was my crown. It had just fallen off.

I do not know what is going on with my mouth this month. At any rate that left me with the gum graft on one side and the exposed tooth...or what's left of it after they carve it down for the crown on the other. That meant no solid food today.

I don't know why these things always happen on the weekends when you can't get to the doctor or dentist.

R didn't make in home in time for dinner so I had to limp into the kitchen to make tomato soup which I sucked through a straw. He kindly brought me a shake for later when he did get home. There really are very few foods that require no chewing. Hopefully I can get into the dentist tomorrow so they can cement it back on. The good news is that the tooth didn't break, it just looks like the glue gave way.

I am pretty sure I didn't bring this on myself. I think sometimes the universe just throws things at you willy nilly.

I spent my evening watching the Lost finale. Honestly I found it very unsatisfactory, but I was pretty sure it would be. I guess it was supposed to make us think and all that, but I think enough. I like TV to be a lovely, well spelled out escape from all my thinking.

To leave this on a positive note though...Agadeze was adopted today and will be winging his way to France as soon as I can stand up long enough to go to the post office.

Usually people hate Mondays, but I am happy it's here! I hope your weekend was better than mine! Hugs, K. <3

Things That Go Crack In The Night

About 3:30 this morning I broke a piece out of my tooth. It was a molar and I have no idea how it happened. Of course it feels HUGE. R looked at it when he got up with his trusty LED flashlight. He said it wasn't that bad, but I have a space between where my teeth used to meet up. It doesn't go all the way to the gum, but it goes pretty high up.

I have really strong teeth. I brush and floss religiously, and even use my waterpik sometimes, so I am not sure what happened. When I get up I am going to call the dentist. It's a tad sore, but it doesn't seem to be sensitive to hot or cold so the nerve isn't exposed which is good. I am not sure what the dentist does for that. But I am hoping he can do something. It has me a bit freaked out.

In the mean time if any of you have any information on what they do, it would probably set my mind at ease a bit. I have one crown and I don't relish the thought of another one. I can't stand the one I have. I have issues with anything fake being part of my body.

I had something else I had planned on posting about this morning, but I guess it will keep til my little crisis is over.