Oh no, I’m not even going to try to eat a steak until I can chew on that side even a little. Mashed potatoes and oatmeal for me, thank you. 
From what I’m reading on the internet–which we all know is the best source for medical advice–dry socket should be so painful I can’t think about anything else. I am definitely not there. There are moments, such as right now, where it’s not hurting at all. I’m going to spend the weekend monitoring and maybe employing one or two home remedies, then call on Monday if it doesn’t improve. I have a tendency to overreact to medical things, so I like to slow myself down and stop to think now and then.
Had to get a fasting blood test this morning. This is my third or fourth in the last few months. Since I can’t drive anymore I have to make complicated arrangements to get there early. Standing out in the cold wind, waiting for the lab to open their doors, I’m staring across the street at the palm trees in Winn Dixie’s parking lot. Ho oh yes, this is Florida, but it’s the panhandle and it got cold last night.
Finally got the test over, husband and I headed to Hardee’s for coffee and a biscuit. It’s colder inside than it is out because the air conditioner is on. Three customers shivering at their tables, employees rubbing their arms. I mention this to the manager. Yeah, she said. I thought about calling the main office. We can’t control the temperature from here. I say, Then I think I would. Call. The main office.
We get our biscuits to go, come home and make slooowww coffee, and I’m now trying to feel better as fast as I can. I don’t know what the docs are looking for but they better find it or get off the pot because I am Not doing this again!
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My parents are trying to sell their house. It’s a house converted from an old church which makes it look cheesy as hell. I told my parents that the house sucked and it was a bad investment. They told me to “stop being negative” and my dad even kept making comments that he had received offers on it before he put it on sale (bullshit).
Now every time I talk to them, it’s a rant that no one is buying their house. Out of love for my parents I haven’t said “I told you so” yet, but it’s getting harder to do so.
I’d like to see it. Nice user name, by the way!
I’d send you their contact info, but the house is in Maine and your profile says Florida.
I live in an old church now and I go to Maine a lot … unfortunately, I can’t afford a second residence. 
To the two kids in my neighborhood who insist on walking IN the street, in the middle of the lane, on the wrong side of the street so you are facing oncoming traffic: stop it. Please. There is a nice sidewalk on the other side of the street, the one you should be on anyway if you are walking in that direction. It’s not a highway or anything, but cars still drive on this street pretty frequently, and I don’t want you to get run over. Also do not yell and throw things at my car when I pass you (in the wrong lane) because you decided to stop right in the middle of the road looking at me and preventing me from driving through in my normal fashion. This has happened twice in the past couple weeks, with the same kids. I wish I knew who their parents were so I could tell them to educate their children on using the sidewalk. Seriously, they were right in the middle of the road when I came around the turn, close enough that if I wasn’t paying attention or had been driving too fast I would have hit them before I even realized what was happening. Then they yell and throw shit at me, apparently for having the audacity to drive around them. Little assholes.
Isn’t there an online listing you could link to?
There probably is, but that doesn’t solve the logistical problem of being on the other side of the country.
Unless Dung Beetle wants a summer house in Maine or something.
But that way he could see it, like he said he wanted to. I’m pretty sure he didn’t mean he needed to see it in person.
Well, I admit I’m not in the market. It just sounds like an interesting house.
Hey, Flying Ghoti, are you in an area where calling the cops might help? Between the possibility of those kids winding up run over, and the possibility of them breaking a driver’s window or windshield and possibly causing an accident, I’d think there would be grounds for an LEO to want to talk with them.
How old(-ish) are they? It’s one thing if they’re nine, quite another if they’re nineteen…
To those of you with dental pain, I have two words: Protein Shakes
When I was in high school, I had several teeth that were sideways. To remedy my smile, I had a monthly visit to my orthodontist to tighten up my braces that left me unable to eat solid food for at least three days afterward.
I would mix the powder with some skim milk, not water - that was nasty.
They ended up having to pull all of my wisdom teeth and all 4 of my bicuspids.
Oh, umm BBQ Pit…
Fuck braces! Though now (20 years later) I am grateful I had them.
Now I’m trying to picture sideways teeth … perhaps I do not want to do so.
My parents’ house “sounded like an interesting house”, too. It was SO interesting (mini-golf in the basement, built-in antique follies, weird building materials) that they couldn’t sell it for years.
It would probably look something like this.
Maybe. It just seems like the kind of thing where it’s over so fast that by the time the cops came they would be gone. I mean, I don’t want to pull over and confront them or anything, but my house is very close to there so I could just call after I am home. I wouldn’t be able to give them much more than a description of the kids, but I might try it if it happens again. I’m bad at guessing ages, but they look to me to be around 9-12 years old. Definitely kids, not teenagers or young adults.
Seems to me there’s really only two places it could be; Glove box or center console. Anyone with half a brain should know to check them both. Not like doing so would take more than a minute even if you had to shift crap around to do it.
Maggie gets spayed on Sunday. Should be interesting.
She occasionally runs to the front door as I’m leaving, but she won’t go near the threshhold. If I hold the door open, she goes behind it. Today after getting home, dumping my pockets and feeding her, I picked her up and walked part way out the door so she could look out in the hall. Just then someone opened their door at the far end of the hall. We couldn’t even see anyone, but she panicked and ran back inside. Nice to know she’s happy with her little world.
You probably do have a dry socket - I had one once, and it was not fun. It wasn’t the worst pain I ever had in my life, but a non-stop, deep throbbing. I got some clove pad things to put in the hole and numb it up from the dentist - I’d advise you to get in there ASAP and get it sorted out.
There’s a narrow street in my neighbourhood where people seem to like to stroll their babies down the middle of it, in spite of a perfectly good sidewalk on one side. I don’t know what is going through these idiots’ heads, thinking that is a good idea. Have they never met Calgary drivers? I swear sometimes the drivers are trying to hit me in better conditions - I certainly wouldn’t trust them to not hit me on a narrow street with blind curves on both ends!
Do you live in North Carolina by any chance? I think I encountered their father this evening. 
On my way home tonight, I encountered (and nearly hit) a presumably drunk son-of-a-bitch walking in the middle of the westbound lane on Highway 98. He had the decency to flip me off as I swerved around him while laying down on my horn. :rolleyes: