Today is Dupixent injection day. The pen is on the table (la plume est sur la table if you watch I Love Lucy) coming to room temp. Injecting myself doesn’t bother me. It is literally 10 seconds. I counted during the last injection. It is a beautiful day. It rained all day yesterday which we needed. Now it sunny about 65 with a high of 71. I could get used to this.
Another reasonable heaving, Panamanian Vince was back from vaction and Shaggy only beaned me in the head with a bag bag once.
Did you go to a sadist or a doctor?
Three hours to get to the orifice today.
I hope you got some relief. I, too, grind my teeth to nubbins, and it is ridiculously painful. My dentist told me that about 90% of the cracked teeth he puts crowns on are a result of grinding. Of course, he was selling me a mouth guard, so take that with a grain of salt.
We had mom’s funeral this last weekend. It was beautiful and good to see family. My sister and I gave a joint eulogy, which was really hard but I’m glad we did it. And now I am back at work. It’s good to be on a schedule, but damned if I can get interested.
Overlyboy stayed home today. He doesn’t have a fever, but he was up until 1 a.m., unable to breathe through his nose and really uncomfortable. He was stuffy and coughing and just generally feeling ick. My husband thought that he should go to school unless he had a fever, but he said he didn’t think he could focus so I went to bat for him. Poor kid’s in all AP and honors classes this year and he shouldn’t skip too much, but I’d rather he miss a day than get totally run down.
I’m supposed to go back into the office again starting next week. Well, after mom went into hospice, I got a pass until March next year, but since everyone else within a 50 mile radius is required to go in, including my one employee in the area, and my one reason for not going in is no longer a reason, it seems wrong for me not to suck it up and go in. So I will. It might be good to have some separation from home, though I imagine the interruptions will be worse and far more frequent. Still, yet another reason to put pants on in the morning can’t be bad, right?
I hope you are feeling better nellie. Please take better care in the future.
Is she done cooking? Mom used to be a great cook but when her stove died last year, she didn’t feel like replacing it because she only used it for boiling water. She says she doesn’t miss it at all because now she doesn’t have to feel guilty about not cooking anymore.
I highly recommend these shedding combs for anyone with pets.
They look like some sort of torture device, but all of our cats love them and they work wonders on mats without the danger of cutting thin skin with scissors.
The tree planting guys are here and VBC is not pleased but is still keeping her eye on them. GG is somewhere in the bedroom trying to make up his mind if he is skeered by the noise or wanting to get involved in what the peoples are doing.
The birds, however, are NOT happy. They are used to eating around now and one of their feeders is down and the other one has humans working around it.
If he’s worked hard enough to get into those classes, I don’t think you really need to worry much about him skipping too much. He’s already shown how much he values his education.
I’m glad the funeral went well. It will stop hurting so much in time.
So far, so good. I can tell I am grinding my teeth much, much less. I was a 24/7 equal opportunity grinder and my teeth were in much the same peril as yours. I used one of those custom mouth guards made by my dentist, actually I used a succession of them, for years, which helped with the nighttime grinding and awakening with a morning headache, but didn’t help with the grinding the other 16 awake hours. I sometime would wear the mouth guard if I was driving for long periods because driving seems to provoke clenching and grinding, but wearing routinely during a work day out around the public and clients just isn’t possible because you can’t talk and it sets your jaw in a near resting-bitch-face appearance. Like you, I had multiple bruxism caused root canals and crowns the past decade (at at least $2,000 a pop).
Post myTBI 5 years ago I went to a headache specialist neurologist to treat post TBI syndrome migraines. He was who suggested me pursuing Botox for bruxism and he referred me to a colleague. It took over a year to get into this MD/DDS maxilloral surgeon and in the meantime the first neurologist gave me a few additional TMJ botox shots each time he did the migraine series. It was a prolonged battle to get insurance to authorize the bruxism botox (about $1600 every 3 months) but so worth it-I essentially have no headaches anymore and I used to have 4 or 5 a week that required medicating and restricting my activities. Plus I am aware that I’m no longer noticing that my jaw is clenched all the time and everywhere.
Of course the bruxism botox treatment started in early June. Early April I was dealing with and emptying my bank account for yet another bruxism related root canal and crown, hopefully my last. Nobody is commenting whether they are noticing less resting bitch face and my cat ain’t talking.
If you only grind at night, the custom mouth guard is a great solution. If you’re a daytime grinder look into a specialist that does bruxism Botox. In just 3 months I’ve noticed a huge improvement.
Since my specialist is both an MD and a DDS (can you imagine-at least 12 years of schools and residencies after a baccalaureate degree?) it can be billed as a medical procedure and paid with health insurance rather than being a dental procedure which may or may not be covered. In my case headache prevention ruled the day, reducing tooth damage is a side benefit.
I haven’t read the rest, but I hafta jump here: NO SCISSORS. So many cats wind up in the ER vet (or, um, worse) b.c of this. Cat skin is both very thin, and very stretchy. Incredibly so.
Please use clippers.
Then you can slap on the smallest guard - or have it on & ready - and go vrooooom once really quickly.
There’s also the “purrito” method.
It involves a towel, and anyone who’s been around both cats and burritos can figure out the details.
Wordy, it’s good that you’re on the other side of the funeral, and I’m moved that you and your sister eulogized your sweet mom. Also, you made the right call re: overlyboy. Making up work in AP classes is no joke, but he wouldn’t have learned much when he was having trouble concentrating.
Holy frick. Was there a big wreck on I-5 North or something? I hope the trip home is shorter.
Boo, I’m glad the insurance authorized the bruxism botox. Are you still getting Botox for migraines and if so, are those separate visits?
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I’m not sure, but he carried a little whip in his pocket and gave me a safe word.
As Hippie said, MIL is evidently done cooking. Independent Living makes that totally optional. She might still be losing it, but no reason to assume that absent more evidence.
This.
Wow. Sorry to accuse you of pettery.
I suspect you and I are the only pet-free people in the MMP. I sorta thought older mature ladies needed cats to be able to post here. One of the rules.
Us non-pet folks need to stick together. You just keep getting better in my eye.
Thanks to all for the various well wishes. Today is my last day as an employee and my last day off; Wed I’m a retiree where they’re all days off.
Been a busy one so far. Trying to set the right tone out of the starting gate.
As planned, I got down to our local beach and got in some sunsnoozing, some swimming, and a ~1.5 mile walk. Then drove ~10 miles to a beachfront tiki bar that also serves basic breakfast, got that with a celebratory Bloody Mary, then more sunsnoozing and swimming, then finally home & sheveled.
Communicated with one of my best old pals from the early days at the airline. He’s about 7 years younger than me, so will be irking quite awhile longer. He’s transferring to the Miami base effective a couple months from now, and moving here next week. I don’t have all the details yet, but it’ll be fun to see him more often.
Her Ladyship is off volunteering at the library this afternoon and I’m about to leave here to visit another pal and receive some manner of birthday greetings and present. Probably of the drinkin’ variety.
Today is Tuesday and craft tacos are probably for dinner.
Cheers!!
The trip home typically takes longer. There were a few collisions or stalls this morning.
I know. And I cut the mat about an inch away from her skin. There’s still a bit left behind. No way I can used clippers on her. That cat is nuts!
But she still goes to the grocery store every week. And she does sorta cook. I send what I can when I cook big batches, but she still cooks some.
Tobias is sleeping on me. Glad he zonked out - SIL said the kid woke around 4!
He’ll get about an hour before I have to wake him.
Curiouser and curiouser. A visit and conversation seems in order.
As my Mom got into her mid 70s she began buying silly quantities of canned goods at Costco or Sams Club. She lived alone, did not donate to food banks or whatever, but slowly filled an unused bedroom with canned goods, and often the large restuarant-sized cans, not the sort a single woman of small appetite could reasonably use.
We lived a thousand miles apart so I didn’t visit too often. But when I did she always had an evasive non-answer for why this stash was there and still growing. This was back late 1990s - early 2000s and she’d fallen hard for Limbaugh and Hannity by then. I suspect it was raging paranoia about the impending end of Civilization and / or the impending invasion of (Gasp) Brown People who speak Spanish.
My aged MIL had a different wacky reaction to getting older while she still lived in an ordinary non-senior apartment. She loved going to Costco or equivalent and buying waay too much food, and especially bulk packs of whatever was on sale. Which she’d then offer up to us. And be offended when we didn’t want her largesse. It’d get worse in the Fall; I swear she was trying to stock up a root cellar for winter because gosh knows there’s available nothing to eat between Nov and May unless you put it into storage back in Sep-Oct.
Other than that these were both fully functioning sensible people. Not senile at all. Yes, both ladies were children of the Depression. But comfy-class urban, not starving hillbillys or tenement dwellers. Lotta people missed a lotta meals in that decade. Not them. But evidently it made quite the impression.
An old friend – known him since junior high school - has been living in Australia for the last forty years or so. A few years ago he and his wife came to the States for a few weeks; one of their goals was to see if the fall colours here in New England were as lovely as they’d heard.
Spent five hours at the ER last night (well, this morning, technically). They did an ultrasound of my entire leg; didn’t find any blood clots, so they decided the main problem was cellulitis and put me on antibiotics. I’ve spent most of the day in bed with my foot elevated, and it looks much better now – still red and swollen, but not as much so as last night, and not as hot to the touch.
They are separate visits (to different speciality clinics at our state flagship teaching medical center-means a 110 round trip on the interstate to our biggest city).
The migraine botox segued into the bruxism botox protocol unintentionally by virtue of how long it took to get into and authorized for the latter. I was due for a migraine series in December but missed it due to scheduling issues, realized a month or two later that my post TBI migraines hadn’t rebounded in spite of that and I decided to wait and see if my bonked brain seemed to have recovered out of the migraine, knowing I could get in right away easily if I needed to. Four months until my first Botox for bruxism rolled out with no migraines, so that turned out to be a safe bet and a good seat-of-my pants clinical guess. SEMMV* [someone else’s mileage may vary].
Both my experiences with Botox have been good. I recommend it as worth trying for both migraine prevention and bruxism. Hope it works as well for you if you do. In both cases I work(ed) with a board-certified specialist MD who was credentialed in two subspecialties and the only person practicing in the state in that precise area of practice.
What, did you bicycle in to work? Must have been mucho huge traffic jams.
talkie, concur on keeping overlyboy at home; better that than missing several days with a worse illness. And {{ }} to you and sis for doing that last, lonely duty for your Mom.
Does not compute…
BBBoo, never had a Botox treatment (yet) but fascinating information.
Have pedaled away some calories and filled another T-shirt with sweat (which is being dried out in the dryer as I type) and in about 90 minutes I head off to chase 7 year olds around a soccer field for an hour, so that should eat up the calories. Did drive by the garage and the car is in the shop, I’ll wait until Thursday to see if I hear anything and then stop in and see.
Onward into the afternoon. Have a good one all.
There were, in fact two collisions and I think a stall. But the bigger factor is this…
Ye Olde Commute. It usually takes me three hours to get home. Sometimes 3:30. I think it took four hours once.
I can’t even imagine that. Maybe they need to transfer your office to Vancouver, Canada…
I only make the drive once a week. The rest of the week I work from home, and use my lunch hour to walk along the beach. 
But the one day I come in is teh suxx0r.
Howdy Y’all! Saw the doc and the vampire this mornin’. Also got another ‘scrip renewed. OYKW took care of laundry duty all by himself this mornin’ so he got a gold star. I’ll let y’all imagine what I mean by gold star. Bug guy did his thing as well. Nappage got managed and then I cooked and we et an early sup. Now ‘tis rainin’ out and I hear thunder rumbles in the distance. Be nice if that happened and lasted all evenin’. I loves me a good tstorm. Sittin’ on the back porch with an adult beverage and watchin’ a storm is one of our happy things to do.
Wordy glad you got through the funeral. I think it was good that your sis and you gave the eulogy. Family eulogies are by far the best kind as they generally really do make it very personal about the dearly departed. Hope overlyboy is feelin’ better now.
Thanks, but truth be told, I’ve had pets, dogs, mostly, because…DOGS. 
However, those days are gone for several reasons. 1. Poop. If you put all the dog poop I’ve picked up and put it in a pile, nobody would want to be near you because that stuff stinks. Seriously, you’d be able carve another four presidents in it. Or maybe, considering the medium, just the last one. 2. I can’t drive, so getting a sick pup to the ER vet would be tough. 3. Poop. 4. I get to be around dogs anyway, thanks to friends and son. 5. Couldn’t leave town without getting a dogsitter. 6, 7, and 8. Poop.
Hope you have fun with your chum!
Herald, sorry about the cellulitis. I’m glad you got it treated right away.