I'm fine, but there's a huge bruise. Then Saturday night, after my nephew's lovely wedding to his beautiful bride (congratulations), I was getting ready for bed observing myself in the mirror.
I had been noticing my front tooth's crown seemed kind of loose, but you know how those kinds of things are? You THINK it's loose, though you're not really sure and you contemplate whether to call the dentist, but figure it'll wait until your next visit because it's probably not loose just an optical illusion, even though it's noticeably lower than the other tooth.
The floss goes in, the tooth pops off.
Sigh. I looked like an eight-year old or as the dentist said, "like I was in a boxing match."
Just another issue to resolve; but life is like that, just one problem to solve after another - it beats the alternative. But I like to say, "You should've seen the other guy," because it seems so much cooler than "my crown popped off."
Also the flea situation hit an unbearable pinnacle over the weekend. I had to figure something out. My sister suggested Listerine and let's just say our house smelled rather antiseptic and the fleas had fresh breath.
So I hit the floor running yesterday. I got up early, sorted the laundry, and had my fourth load running by the time I left the house at 8:25. I dropped the dog at the groomer to give her a short haircut and peppermint oil flea bath.
It was my mom's 75th birthday yesterday (Happy Birthday Mom!) and I delivered her favorite McDonald's breakfast burritos on my way to the dentist.
Fortunately, the tooth underneath the crown was fine and the dentist just cleaned it up, added a post for extra reinforcement and glued it back on. Then I stopped at Safeway for Starbuck's pumpkin spice latte (because I deserved it), got a couple ingredients for my mom's birthday dinner and headed on home.
The groomer called about the time I walked in the door, so I snatched up the cat to get her nails clipped (why is it she sits still for the groomer to do this and we can't get near her?). The groomer told me the dog was horribly infested with fleas and sometimes we just have to abandon the natural stuff before our houses get too overrun. She suggested a conversation with my vet to get something that actually would work.
Since I had two out of three animals in the car, I decided to drive right to the vet in case it was a matter of a shot or something. I spent $60 total on really strong flea meds for all three animals (two cats, one dog). Then it all came back to me.
The last time I had issues with fleas I had to buy a household product from the vet, which our new vet did not carry. So I drove to our old vet and bought a can of Knockout. When I got home, I waged war on the fleas.
I put in the last load of clothes and then started gathering blankets from the family room. I did laundry all day in further combat of the pests. Then I made my mother a birthday dinner of jambalaya (which all sounds kind of gross coupled with the flea story, but I assure you it was all separate), followed up with a "birthday cake" of a large bag of Halloween candy.
Guess what? Although I didn't get any writing done yesterday, not one of my animals is scratching, which means I won (I hope; if I didn't I think the next course of action would be to burn down the house and marinate the animals). We'll wash up the bedding during the rest of this week and make sure the fleas are completely eradicated.
Although I'm no worse for wear after my crazy day, you really should've seen the other guy.