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Yeah…so define…’small stuff’

Okay, so I’ve always tried to live by the motto, “Don’t Sweat The Small Stuff”.    I’ve been doing fairly well with this.  But I have a question.  By ‘small stuff’, what does that actually mean????   I mean, like…is ‘small stuff” under $50? $100?(i.e. repairs, unexpected expenses, a bill?, what?  what is small stuff?)  And what happens if there’s a bunch of small stuff that, for instance, occurs in a relatively short amount of time.  Say….two days. Three?  

Let’s just say that, oh, I don’t know….let’s throw something wild and wacky out there….k?  Let’s say….I made an error in a bank account I rarely use.  An error as in failing to record one little intsy transaction.  And that costs me two, count um’ two…bounced check fees of $25 each.  Now.  Normally…the bank would waive these since I’ve never bounced one…but…seems like the banks…you know…since they are ‘struggling’ and all…well, they’re no longer waiving fees.  It was my fault anyhow, so okay.  That’s small stuff. 

But the next day, I spend 2 hours scanning my wedding photos that are now 20 years old (better late than never)…only to discover when I got all 90 scanned…apparently the scanner glass was NOT cleaned and had little white specks all over it.  Uhhhhh!  Re-do! Re-do!  But…don’t sweat the small stuff. 

Shortly after the scanner incident, my Middle Child…lovely little girl she is…decided finally to pick the clothes up off her bedroom floor (apparently she ran out of clean stuff?) and wash them.  Huh!  Turns out, she may have been a little on the lazy side, because she stuffed an entire overstuffed hamper full of clothes into the washer, which fried the motor or something.  Something that smelled really…really…bad.  And it stopped draining.  Bottom line?  Need new washer.  $325.  (yes, I’m going cheap.  Times are tough, don’t judge me!  lol)

All this made pulling that tooth pick out of the vacuum hose look very silly.  Yes, someone used the hose to vacuum something and sucked up a tooth pick, which punctured the hose.  (Of course that ‘someone’ was me….because wtf else vaccums around here????)  Of course, I didn’t see the stinkin’ toothpick until I took apart the whole vacuum cleaner looking for the problem.  Finally something in my day wasn’t sucking.   LOL.  So I methodically and surgically removed said toothpick using tweezers. 

How about the fact that Shane’s booth at the Home and Garden show was right next to (literally up against…)the traveling animal zoo.  And every time one of those cute deer, or camels, or the kangaroo would circle it’s pen or take a jog….it would kick up filthy brown dust alllllll over our green.  And the pee was seeping through the ‘fence’ into our base.  Hmmmm?  Small stuff?  Maybe.  The grounds people tried to help after customers and vendors complained of the stench and worked dilegently to control the smell and urine/feces ‘debris’.

So I ask you.  What exactly IS small stuff?  lol.  Sometimes I wonder if I am being tested.  Maybe I was some rich dude in another life and I am experiencing karma for something I did.  Maybe, just maybe.  Murphy’s Law?  I dunno.  My only thought at this very moment is wtf is small stuff, really?   And funny, I intended this post to be small.  How ironic.

I feel like a small part of me is missing.

maviefolle-364bWell damn!  That’s because it is!  lol.  I had a dental appointment for my broken tooth at 10:30am.  I knew it was bad because 1/2 the tooth could wiggle back and forth, while the other half remained stationary.  mmmmmm.  And I was told I needed a crown on that tooth five years ago.  (When I got the root canal in Jan. 04)  Since I’ve had 3 kids in braces, the idea of me getting some of the crowns I need (5) is not something that I consider.

So, to make a long story longer….my dentist is still on her maternity leave…til Monday.  Damnit!  My tooth couldn’t have waited 5 measly days to break?  Little bastard.  So who do I get?  I get a new young doc.  Who is prepared to send me home with a broken tooth.  Huh?  “How will I eat?” 

So he tells me…”What I could do is see how far the break goes down and if it’s not far we can try and fill it.  Or we can just fill it temporarily til Monday when your doctor comes back”

“Yeah, let’s do that.”

drill, drill, wiggle, drill, tap, grind.  “Nope, the break goes all the way into the canal.  It needs to come out”  And it this point he has drilled the entire CROWN off the tooth!

I’m then informed that he doesn’t have much experience with extractions, so his colleague will do it.  She has done many more.  (So I’m sitting there wondering….is “many more” like…..100 rather than 50?   Or like 5 rather than 2?)  Wellllll guess who comes in?  The young chick from my last visit.   It’s almost like some weird dental karma is hunting me down.  I couldn’t believe it.  So she tells me she can take the tooth out but since it’s a ‘prior root canal tooth’ that there may be difficulty.  But she can do it.  Hmmmmm.

So I’m prepped, 5 shots in the roof of my mouth.  Which,  by the way,  frickin hurts.   And four shots in the gums.  One in the tooth.  Then the fun begins!  I’ve haven’t felt that much pressure since I had a c-section.  Swear-to-God.    First off there’s this tool they use.  I think it’s called the tool of death and misery, severe pain and torture.  I don’t know what it’s called.   The ‘I owe a lot on my dental school loans and I’m going to take it out on you – bitch’…tool.    (It actually feels like an auger might feel if it were drilling into your bone.  The tool separates the tooth bone from the jaw I think)

So this young doc is practically standing on my chest trying to pull my tooth out.  And then using that frickin auger thing.  It is so much pressure, I shit you not, that my head is literally vibrating off the headrest.   She was pushing and pulling so hard, that the hat on my head was sliding over my NOSE as my head tried to sink into the chair.  My feet were pulled up and feet bracing where your back would normally be in the chair.  All the dentist could say was ‘breathe, breathe’.  (I’m thinking….just let me frickin’ die already!  lol)

By the way, I have EXTREMELY high pain tolerance.   But…THIRTY minutes of this and the pulling….she gets 5 pieces of the tooth out.  Yes, pieces.  And looks at me and says…”I’m sorry  I have to send you to an oral surgeon.”

WHAT YOU TALKIN BOUT DENTIST?

Now, one might assume that considering the ordeal that I had just been through. Someone there might have, oh, as a courtesy?, arranged an appointment with an oral surgeon for me? Hummmm? Nope. They send me home with 4 referrals. One guy only works Monday and Wednesday (it was Thursday) and the other two are on vacation. One left, he’s on lunch for the next hour.  Shane and I called EVERYONE in the phone book.  Even an oral surgeon named ACHOO!    I SWEAR to God, his first name was Achoo!  (bless you.)   Yes, I was so desperate that I was willing to see a surgeon named ACHOO!  (bless you.)

I finally get through to the 4th referral and the receptionist is named Sheila!  Yea!   A first name buddy !  She got me in, and $650, a couple stitches, a bone graft and two hours later I was home!   (the bone graft was for incase within a couple years I decide I want an implant, there will be new ‘bone’ there and it will also aid the teeth on either side to NOT shift until I figure out what I’m going to do.)  $2900.  implant (yeah that’s one tooth), OR $2400 bridge.  OR $200 for a partial that has one measly tooth on it.  How silly that must look.  ha ha ha.  But I’ll get that little snaggletooth partial until I can afford the creme-de-la-creme implant.  LoL!

Oh, and to show what a wonder wife I am?  On the way home I dropped off my prescriptions AND picked up a birthday cake for Shane….all with a hunk of gauze in my mouth and greatly resembling Dick Clark on New Year’s Rockin Eve.  (now please, I’m not making fun of anyone who’s had a stroke…it’s ONLY being said to give you a visual!)  What time did I finally get home?  6:15pm.    Now.  If you’ll excusssse me, there’s a vicodin callin my name….Sheeeila!

It’s Just One of Those Days.

So like, does a new week start on Saturday?  Or Sunday?  I hope Sunday.  We’re ready for a new week! 
Today it’s 65 degrees out.  (I know !)  The dog (the Saint Bernard) was running around with our other dog…in the wet mud…and hurt her leg.  xmas08-089Now she’s limping.

And I just snapped this pic of our other ‘problem of the day’.  (won’t start – can’t figure it out on our own)

Reminds me of that Limp Bizkit song, “Break Stuff”.  In fact, the lyrics fit quite nicely into the last couple days we’ve had!  lol!  If you’d like to hear the song, it’s actually in my playlist .

update:  dishwasher still broken :o (   
                  garage door fixed :o )

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