The Jig is Up, the Jinx is on
Even though I tried to to internalize and keep my damn positive, perky proud comments to myself, I still got nailed. I regret every little "oh this isn't so bad" thought that I entertained yesterday.
These damn braces hurt. The big ole hooks on the upper molars, in particular, have drawn out puffy sore pouches on the inside of both cheeks, and three teeth hurt even if my tongue touches them.
The worst of it is that I can't ease my sorrows with food ... that is unless the food is something that I can just kind of mash with my tongue against the roof of my mouth. Anything coming any closer to "chewing" is not possible -- not only because it HURTS, dammit, but because some teeth hit against brackets, and some brackets hit against brackets, and I keep thinking of a poor sweet pony with a metal bit shoved in its tender mouth.
Oh yeah, we're in full swing now with a pity party for one!
On a happier note ... I lunched with Valerie today, recently back from 3 1/2 weeks of volunteering with the Red Cross in Baton Rouge at the headquarters housed in a vacant WalMart. What a tale! She worked 12 to 14 hour days, starting usually at 4:00 a.m. as she was coordinating the debit card project and had to have it all in line daily to distribute to the other centers.
When she finally got to quit after a looooong day, it was back to a church hall where she joined 149 other volunteers on cots set 24 inches apart. Oh yeah, there was one shower for all the women --- AND she estimates that the male/female ratio was 40/60. So that means there was one shower for 90 women.
Please note that any tone of unpleasantness is coming from me AND MY SORE MOUTH, and not from Val who was a real trouper and feels great about what she did. She told me several times that she was housed, and worked, in very nice conditions far better than many who went into the hardest hit areas.
I am so proud of, and in awe of, my pal. She came back here exhausted, but had to dig right in and catch up on her business (she is a self-employed tax/accounting guru). Although she had planned ahead to make sure her clients were in good shape, after nearly 4 weeks, there was a lot to do, and deadlines to make. I was pleased that she included me in her busy schedule.
I'm not a total Nasty Nellie yet.
I can still find joy in the changing season.
This is a view from under the canopy of the gorgeous Sugar Maple in my front yard.
These damn braces hurt. The big ole hooks on the upper molars, in particular, have drawn out puffy sore pouches on the inside of both cheeks, and three teeth hurt even if my tongue touches them.
The worst of it is that I can't ease my sorrows with food ... that is unless the food is something that I can just kind of mash with my tongue against the roof of my mouth. Anything coming any closer to "chewing" is not possible -- not only because it HURTS, dammit, but because some teeth hit against brackets, and some brackets hit against brackets, and I keep thinking of a poor sweet pony with a metal bit shoved in its tender mouth.
Oh yeah, we're in full swing now with a pity party for one!
On a happier note ... I lunched with Valerie today, recently back from 3 1/2 weeks of volunteering with the Red Cross in Baton Rouge at the headquarters housed in a vacant WalMart. What a tale! She worked 12 to 14 hour days, starting usually at 4:00 a.m. as she was coordinating the debit card project and had to have it all in line daily to distribute to the other centers.
When she finally got to quit after a looooong day, it was back to a church hall where she joined 149 other volunteers on cots set 24 inches apart. Oh yeah, there was one shower for all the women --- AND she estimates that the male/female ratio was 40/60. So that means there was one shower for 90 women.
Please note that any tone of unpleasantness is coming from me AND MY SORE MOUTH, and not from Val who was a real trouper and feels great about what she did. She told me several times that she was housed, and worked, in very nice conditions far better than many who went into the hardest hit areas.
I am so proud of, and in awe of, my pal. She came back here exhausted, but had to dig right in and catch up on her business (she is a self-employed tax/accounting guru). Although she had planned ahead to make sure her clients were in good shape, after nearly 4 weeks, there was a lot to do, and deadlines to make. I was pleased that she included me in her busy schedule.
I'm not a total Nasty Nellie yet.
I can still find joy in the changing season.
This is a view from under the canopy of the gorgeous Sugar Maple in my front yard.
posted by me, Mavis @ 4:00 PM
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