What Does Stress Mean to You?

Final exams? Public Speaking? Drama at Work? Children? Responsibility? Acne?

Each of the above, at one time or another, meant stress for me. The worst stressor, to me, is Dread. Do not confuse dread with fear; that is totally different. Dread is that dark cloud hovering over your head of something to come. You know it’s going to happen. Maybe you don’t know when exactly it is scheduled, but soon. You don’t know how things will go or what realities are involved. The only thing you know for sure is that it will be extremely painful.

No one sat me down and told me, “it will be extremely painful.” I know from experience that it will be painful because I have survived many of these surgeries on a much smaller scale, and they were very painful to recover from.

The Dread (my cloud of doom) began last summer after discussing with my dentist and implant surgeon the best course of action for the bone loss in my jaw and my broken teeth. I would have one or two implants yearly, which did not cover the damage. This was only playing catch-up. We were all sick and tired of my oral trauma. Yet, the solution was horrifying. It was decided last summer. The scheduling messed up in August, so months later, the Dread is monumental.

Tomorrow afternoon the prep for the next day’s surgery begins. No scalpels, just drills. Every implant crown and bridge has to come off before the surgery. The ones in the front will make my two front teeth the only teeth at the top. This look is so cute on little girls. I doubt I will post a photo of this look on myself because I doubt I will get any good drugs tomorrow, no matter how much I deserve them. I’m sure I will rant on that subject in the near future.

Because I like to write “sagas” of crap I have to deal with to work it all out from my head, my next few posts [categorized “Jaws”] could involve details that folks already afraid of dentists may find disturbing. For brave souls that want to find out the truthful impact and the recovery process, for future reference – Please join me. It will be educational. Depending on the comments posted, it could be amusing as well.

TTFN

Winter Returning (to the Western Slope of the Sierras)

The crazy mid-February warm up will come to an end this week. Say good-bye to temperatures in the low 60’s.  Sunny skies will be bright and blue until President’s Day evening, and snow (and snow) through Tuesday and maybe Wednesday.

Whoa! I sound like a weather girl on TV, don’t I?  😉

At first our local weather folks were saying 1″ accumulation at the most. Now we are looking at 4 to 6 inches expected down to 2000 feet.  This is a big deal. Especially when you live at 4080 feet. I see soup, homemade bread, and a blazing fire to quilt by.

Yesterday we stacked firewood because the garage rack was empty. Going out into the snow to get firewood is dumb. Besides, this gives the spiders the chance to get indoors by hitching a ride on the log express. Heaven forbid they would freeze to death.

We had the pest control service do inside and outside before Thanksgiving weekend. The day we returned to our home sweet home, we found a spider here, a spider there just like before we left. Apparently, the organic kid and pet safe chemicals are spider safe as well.

How did I get so distracted by spiders? Sorry.  I was talking about the weather. I  am excited to see more snowfall. But then I am new up here and not sick of it like everyone else up here seems to be.  I hope we are snowed in so I can’t get to my dental appointment on Weds. I just know Doc will find problems – he always does, and we aren’t talking cavities either.  Neither side of my family had good teeth.

Now you know why I’m not the weather girl on TV. I tend to drift about. Ha! (Get it?)

Anyway, I will try to get some decent photographs to post later on this week. I may have to post from my phone. The power is usually the first thing to go belly up when a storm hits. That will totally screw my soup and bread fantasy, so I hope this is not the case.

Well, that’s all the Calaveras County news from me today. It’s all I know about and it’s time for my nap…

🙂

Why Can’t I Stop Eating?

June 15th, 2011: Day 27

Dear Diary,

I lost the crown on my upper-right molar while eating a chocolate candy. Don’t tell my dentist, but it was a chewy candy and it must have pulled the crown off. Sigh… This makes the 8th time this year that I am carrying around a baggie in my purse. With part of a tooth in it.

I’m pretty sure the molar in question is my sweet-tooth. Now released from its gold prison the silly tooth is ready to party. I gained 3 pounds just this afternoon! Would my dentist consider this an emergency,  like I do?  Doubtful.  He cares about my dental health, not how much I weigh.

I booked an appointment  this Friday, 2 whole days. Then Doc can cover the damned tooth and I can get on with my life.

By my calculations I will weigh 10 more pounds than I do today. Please do not tell me “have some willpower for Pete’s sake”, or some other meaningful advice.

Addiction overrules Willpower, Don’t cha know?