If you know someone getting braces give them soft gentle love and affection, maybe a well blended smoothie or a comforting warm beverage. Braces freaking hurt.
But, it's 8 months of suffering for a restored beautiful straight toothed smile, which I'll hopefully get a ton of mileage out of and not die early and have spent 8 months suffering for a beauty I will not get to enjoy.
Did I ever tell you that one of my dog park friends told me that I should lose weight and get date-able (which I took to mean F-able) before the demise of the husband so that when he goes I'll be ready to jump back into the dating pool? I hang out with some real characters at the dog park. I need to work a character built on this friend into a story.
Speaking of stories, I have not written a single word of my porn novel, but I have given a great deal of thought to how I am going to go about polishing it up and moving forward with it. For some reason, I have spent very little time sitting in front of my actual computer and an embarrassing amount of time peering into my phone. (Proof of that is in the last post) I am however, feeling the weight of seasonal affective disorder lifting from me now that the sun has made it's return. The days are getting blessedly longer. If only it would stop being freezing out. May is a day away and we are still wearing down coats in the morning. I should live closer to the equator.
So, update: Nothing is broken, but yesterday when I realized I could not move my purple big toe I did squeeze my swollen foot into an unlaced stretched out shoe and hobble over to the orthopedic walk in clinic. Even the PA over there thought that big grape charm's blow pop of a toe looked broken. They X-rayed my foot, wrist and back. Nothing broken. They did give me a wrist brace, a plank of black foam with velcro straps on top for my unbroken foot, and two prescriptions to get me through the healing process. And let me tell you, how amazing I feel when taking a combination of muscle relaxants and anti inflammatories. I feel freaking fantastic and I don't have weird dreams all night long. This is where drug addictions come from, I know. I don't even know which pills I am taking because (and you know this is true!) if I look too closely at the labels, I am bound to see a warning and then I will not take them, and I need them right now. I so don't want to know what kind of toxic mess is making me feel so good that I photographed the bottles and handed the orthodontist my phone so he could see what I am taking without me having to know. I'm so clever. And also, flexible and in less pain except for the 3 hours when I can feel them wearing off before I take my next 24 hour dose. Seriously, I went to stand from a chair late this afternoon, and thought, "What the heck?" Then I realized I was in count down until the next dose. Which is 49 minutes from now, but, hey who's counting?
Anyway, I have 44 minutes left until pill time, I'm going to go lie down because that is about how energetic I feel.