bouncing is what we're all about :)

::bouncies::

yeah, i need to come around more than once every two weeks

::dusts::

::bumps::

hehe... well, some things have changed, so i think i'll be around a lot more.

some of you know i've mentioned a new boy... he's the reason why i haven't been online as much.  actually, the fact that i'm still trying to get over NJB is why i haven't been on much; out of sight, out of mind.  unfortunately, it means not being around for a lot of the other things, too.

however, the boy got on my last gay nerve.  he's very needy and inexperienced with relationships... can be very pouty/guilt-trippy.  we spent a few hours over two nights fighting, then a couple hours talking and i thought we worked out a lot of what was wrong.  decided to only see each other one or two nights a week so we could each have time to ourselves (with his work schedule, he only has two hours a night between when he gets home and when he goes to bed).  so instead, he calls me all the time and pouts when i tell him i need to go because i'm in the middle of something.  gah.

he's a sweet guy, the consumate southern gentleman... but very insecure.  i used to be guilty of a lot of the things he does that annoy me, so i'm trying to be patient with him... but i'm not exactly keeping my fingers crossed at this point :|

and if nothing else, you'll be seeing a lot more venting from me until LJ gets back up <G>  this was my original blog, after all...

Mooey sat at the kitchen table, busily and contentedly crunching away on Triscuits.  No one can appreciate crunching like a dragon can and our little dragon friend can crunch with the best of them.  She swung her feet as she ate, delighting in the sound and the feel of the innocent cracker being demolished between her jaws.  Candide busied herself as well, putting away dishes and other such kitchenly things, gracefully reaching even the tip-tops of the cabinets without effort.  Mooey envied that Candide was so big and tall and took her frustrations out on yet another unsuspecting Triscuit.

A sudden yelp came from Mooey and her hand flew to her cheek.  Candide thought she may have bit her tongue - again, for what would be the nth time - and mentally rolled her eyes.  Then the little dragon brought her napkin to her mouth and spit.  "Oh no..."  She held the napkin to Candide, her eyes growing large and watery.  At that moment, Candide thought maybe she had lost a baby tooth, but what she found in the napkin wasn't a tooth, but half a tooth.

Grabbing the flashlight from the junk drawer, Candide had Mooey open wide.  This is much easier with a dragon, thought Candide, as she was easily able to see all the big, sharp teeth that lined the little one's jaws.  She seemed not so little at that moment and Candide was very grateful that she was a friendly dragon.

Then she espied the culprit.  All the way in the very back it was, on the upper left, and the broken edges looked even sharper than the rest.  She sighed and gazed down at the sad little purple face that was fighting tears, watery smoke trickling down her snout in their stead. Patting Mooey's head, Candide assured her that it would be taken care of as painlessly as possible.

Candide led Mooey to the bathroom and set her up at the sink with her orange mouthwash, telling the little dragon to keep swishing and spitting while she called the dentist.

Swish she did, very tentatively in the direction of the broken tooth.  Once she found that there was no pain, she made a game of it, swishing slowly to the right and quickly to the left.  Forward and back, pretending she was a great sea monster and that there were little tiny sailors screaming for their lives in the water that she, the great beast, had gulped from the Orange Ocean.  By the time Candide came back to her, she was gargling an aria, arms stretched to the adoring audience behind the mirror, bubbly, sticky foam pouring down the sides of her face and dribbling on the floor.  Candide cleared her throat in the general direction of the dragon, who stopped short and nearly swallowed the stringent mouthful.  "Spit, remember?" said Candide, pointing to the sink.  Mooey nodded and emptied her mouth into the sink.  "I think I missed a spo--"  "No," came the pre-emptive reply.  Mooey sighed, rinsed her face and stepped down from the stepstool.

The appointment to have the tooth pulled was going to be a few days away and in the meantime Mooey's behavior became neurotic, even for her.  She swished constantly but was afraid to brush.  She ate sticky foods, crunchy foods, everything that could possibly do her more damage than what was there.  It was almost as if she thought these were her last days, as if she was trying to enjoy the last food she could before all of her teeth would be ripped violently from her skull.  She had wild imaginings of the dentist with gigantic pliers, his foot braced against her chest and two hygenists pulling him backward, fighting for hours to pull the one bothersome tooth.

After an eternity, the day of the visit to Dr. Wiston came.  Mooey was going in for her "extradition," as she bumblingly managed the word.  She sat in the chair while Candide filled out the paperwork, tapping her feet, wringing her hands, reading every single pamphlet in the waiting room, getting up to pace.  Finally her name was called and she was brought into the office... all by herself!  She wrung her hands harder.

Sitting her up in the big strange chair, the one that reminded her of something from a spaceship, the hygenist put the drape over her and told her the doctor would be in soon.  There was absolutely nothing in the room for her to concentrate on to take her mind off it all.  The one pamphlet had talked about making sure to relax, but how could she?  They obviously kept the space empty so they could clean up the blood splatters, or so the dentist could have room to go flying backward as he put all his weight behind yanking at a tooth.  She tapped her little feet so furiously, she nearly vibrated herself out of the chair.

The dentist came in then, a tall, plain-looking man, but he did seem very nice and somehow infazed by there being a little purple dragon in his chair.  Mooey made a mental note to have him sit down with Dr. Kaknis and talk about chairside manner.

Upon asking how she was, Mooey said she thought she should have had a daiquiri first.  He chuckled at her and asked a few questions about what was on the paperwork.  He looked in her mouth and said, "Oh, yeah.  That's broken in half.  Let's get that out of there for you!" and set himself to work.

Leaning back in the chair, she wrung and fidgeted and tried so hard to be good and not shuffle too much.  He rubbed some gel in her mouth that tasted like pina colada, saying it would numb her mouth in preparation for the novocaine, then left the room.  "Uh..."  Mooey sat there, wriggling her feet, a swab sticking out of her mouth, once again left to her own mental devices.  She imagined it being a bad batch of numby gel and that the "numbicane" would... Well, hey, she thought, if this is numby gel, what do I need numbicane for?  How's this different?

The doctor came back in then, brandishing a syringe.  "Just a little prick... or two."  Mooey thought about what she could do with that phrase but before she could act on it, he had jammed that big awful needle in her mouth, then left the room again.  Where does he go?  She was sure he and the hygenimist were giggling about her in the other room.  The needle really didn't hurt much, though, so maybe... just maybe...

She could feel her mouth starting to go cool and fuzzy on the left side, almost feeling like it wasn't there anymore.  She patted her cheek to make sure the numbicane wasn't a flesh-eating bioengineered serum that was all part of a diabolical plan of world destruction.  But her cheek really was still there.

Dr. Wiston came back in then and had her put her head back.  He said she would feel "a wiggle and a tug" and then it would be over, but to let him know if she felt more.  "Oh, you'll know."  He chuckled at her again.  She opened her mouth and squinched her eyes tight, bracing herself.  She felt him grip the tooth and start to wiggle... not so bad.  Then she felt the tug.  She began to whimper, letting the doctor know she felt something, but no sooner that than did he say, "Okay, it's done!"  Mooey opened her eyes and blinked twice, then looked at him.  "Holy shit."  He laughed again and said "Yep!"  Some gauze was put in her mouth and she was told to bite down, then she was led into the next room where she was given extra gauze and the hygenist gave her rapid-fire instructions about how to take care of it.  She didn't even try to remember it all and hoped that Candide would know.  She just wanted to go home and be glad it was over.

She got home and put on her jammies.  She spit like she wasn't supposed to yet and changed the gauze too soon.  She bumbled restlessly - and hungrily - around the house, making a mental catalogue of all her favorite foods that she couldn't eat for a day or two.  There was nothing left that she could eat except Jell-o, which is definitely not crunchy no matter how you make it.  Candide hugged the little dragon.  "In a couple days, the gums will be healed and you'll be back to your old self.  You only have to be extra-careful for today."  Mooey nodded and tried to keep this in mind as she snuggled into her bed and drifted off into dreams of cashews and drinking straws.

i can eat crunchy and drink through straws now... i still have the annoying problem of stuff getting stuck in the hole :|  am swishing a lot lol

it was my top left wisdom tooth and really did crack it in half while i was eating lol.  i have these weird extra fangs on them and one of them broke off at some point, then the tooth broke in half, i think, a couple months later. 

it didn't happen during Triscuits, though.  i think it was chicken fingers.  but i've been on a Triscuit kick, so i had to get that in there.

and yeah, with as much of the tooth as was gone, i decided just to have it pulled.  kinda makes me wish i'd went ahead and done all the other ones, though lol.  the one on the upper right is huge and i'm always biting my cheek and tongue :(  lower ones are partially impacted but have room behind them, so they shouldn't become a problem...

[ February 07, 2005: Message edited by: Ume Ryuko ]

yeah, i was freaking out... i really did have the bad mental pictures of the dentist bracing his foot on my chest and whatnot... was actually one of the easiest procedures i've ever been through, and that's including check-ups <G>

Calesta wrote:

  Rescheduled only to have my oral surgeon commit suicide 2 days before that appt.

they actually tell you that???  "i'm sorry, but your appointment has been cancelled due to the doctor having committed suicide.  would you like to reschedule now, or call back another time?"

I got mine done a zillion years ago. It was awful. My face looked like I'd been in a fight. Couldn't eat for several weeks. Horrible experience. But my migraine headaches went away so it was worth it. :)

Mine have bothered me on and off for a few years but I think it's just normal annoyance from them growing in.  Deffinetly no extra room back there now that they're in, but otherwise they seemed to be fine.  I'm gonna cling onto those teeth for dear life as long as nothing appears to be seriously wrong with them. :p

meh indeed

*pats the mooey*

well, it just means a different adventure will have to be had...

so this is the first Valentine's Day that i've been single but not bitter about it... then the day got interesting...

i'm at work... i get back to my desk after lunch, and on my desk is a vase with a dozen red roses and a heart-shaped balloon.  they're from Casey (i broke up with him on wednesday, not out of outward dislike but because he's got some insecurities to work through... this is his way of trying to win be back).  i call him to thank him and he tells me there should be something else coming as well... i go into the lobby and look through the UPS delivery and find a box with my name on it... it's one of those Sad Sam dogs.  all the women in my office and the adjacent offices are going nuts over it all.

so things just start to die down and the receptionist comes into my office with another vase of flowers, an assortment of carnations and asters in a purple vase.  unless someone's seriously messing with me... they're from NJB.  the biggest indicator i have that they're really from him is that he always misspells my last name lol.  i wonder if he ordered them before or after i got mad at him <G>

needless to say, this second bouquet caused quite a stir just on its own.  i had a crowd around my desk waiting for me to open the card to find out who they were from, at which point all sorts of eyebrows went skyward.

also needless to say, i hardly got any work done in the afternoon :)  oy...

Wow, Mwy. How odd of a day. Let me just say that you are so lucky to have gotten so many lovely flowers, regardless of the intent.

What I got:

A email note from my husband that said something like "happy v day" And that's it.

Lucky, lucky you!

*adds more flowers to the pile*

Just cuz. :)