I’m falling apart at the seams here, people!
I’m currently sporting:
1. An infected wisdom tooth, which means that it hurts to talk, chew, swallow, or open my mouth any farther than it takes to just eek a spoon in there. I’ve not eaten solid foods in about 3 days. Luckily, Finn has been lately gunning for the Best Girlfriend of the Year award, and bought me ice cream, chocolate pudding, rice pudding, nutritional drinks, mac n cheese, soup, and fruit and yogurt for smoothies, so at least I won’t continue the slow starve I was working up. I went to the dentist this morning and came away with prescriptions for 2 antibiotics, some kind of special mouthwash, and percocet. (I’ve never taken prescription painkillers, and I’m actually kind of scared of them, so I haven’t touched the percocet yet…) Anyway, doc predicts I’ll start feeling better by tomorrow night, if not sooner. Also, once it’s cleared up I have to get my wisdom teeth out. Sadface.
2. Less exciting but nonetheless annoying, a long cat scratch on one hand that’s painful and inflamed. Yes, another infection. C’mon immune system, seriously? I figure the antibiotics will knock this out, but I’ve been neosporin-ing just in case.
3. And of course, because no sickly incident would be complete without it: my period.
In other less whiny news, my mom passed her stress test with flying colors, which is awesome because it means that whatever was (is…) wrong with her isn’t a heart issue. She’s still weak and having some trouble breathing, however, so at the moment she’s kind of a medical mystery. Which brings me to…
… who is, I think, the answer to all our problems at this point. He just better watch where he sticks that thermometer.