Can you say MIA?!? I
can’t believe it’s already been almost a month since I’ve posted! Oh, how the time flies. This past month has been absolutely
INSANE. And insane in a mostly horrible
way. The craziness all started the 24th
of February {a day I have since come to loathe}. Why you might ask? Well, this is the day I got my wisdom teeth
out. For those of you who don’t know me
or aren’t fully aware of my fears, the dentist is one of them. I absolutely, 100%, incredibly HATE anything having
to do with the dentist whether it be cleaning or drilling. That being said you can imagine my angst
prior to that Friday. The extraction all
started off smoothly until I woke up... in the middle of the procedure… I’m not entirely sure if the anesthetic
dentists use isn’t as strong as the one doctors use, but regardless it was not one
of my favorite experiences. In the days
to follow I ended up with a dry socket.
Of course, why wouldn’t I?! Once
the dry socket was finally beginning to heal, I thought I had escaped my bad
luck. WRONG! Rewind: A few months ago my dentist
told me I had a fracture in one of my back molars. Nothing too serious to worry about, it was
just caused by my silver filling contracting and expanding with heat and
cold. In fact, so minute that they
wanted to wait until I was done with my Invisalign trays before fixing it. Fast forward to last Tuesday. This tooth was becoming more and more
painful, really an annoyance more than anything. Come Thursday I was working out and happened
to be jumping rope. While working on my
fitness (Ha, I couldn’t resist) my teeth accidentally slammed together and a
jolt of pain shot through my mouth. I
could hardly think straight the pain was so intense and after feeling the
tooth, I came to the conclusion I had completely fractured through it. Thank goodness for my saint of a dentist
getting me in at 8am the next morning. I
got there and barely had time to sit down in the chair before he told me I
needed a root canal. What did I do? The same thing any adult woman would do, I
cried! Cried and cried my eyes out,
because I was terrified! I went to the
dentist thinking I was going to get my fracture fixed and left on my way to an
endodontist for a root canal. Talk about
a rough day. I was so drugged up by the
end of that procedure I had to go home and the rest of the day was pretty much
a blur. I now get to go back on the 26th
to get the procedure finished up…oh joy!
Let me just say Will was an absolute savior during this whole time. I can imagine I wasn’t the most enjoyable
person to be around, but he did an awesome job taking care of me :)
The one great thing that happened during this
time period was the Barstool Open. I had
never participated before, but I can tell you I will definitely be
participating in the future! Basically
you travel around to 9 different bars downtown, and each bar has its own mini
putt-putt hole. The more bars you go to,
the drunker you get and the harder it is to make your shot. Good thing we had Will on our team to swindle
the score keepers!
We dressed up as none other than the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Team name: Fore Play
The next two months are shaping up to be amazing. Not only is the weather glorious, but the
countdown is on for some much needed vaca’s.
Only 21 short days until Will and I leave for Arizona and 53 days until
we travel to DC. I am so excited and
beyond ready to get away for awhile!
Plus, this will be our first “real” trip together. Hopefully he’ll be able to handle my fear of
flying okay :) XOXO
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