Happy 4th of July

July 4th, 2005: I had the week from hell last week. I woke up early on Tuesday morning with a toothache. I took 10 naproxen in 3 hours, and the pain still didn't go away. I finally fell back to sleep at around 5. By the time I got up and to work, my face was starting to swell up. I went to the dentist, but it was an abscess, so they couldn't pull it. I got a prescription for antibiotics and pain killers. The bitch at the pharmacy was giving me shit b/c I didn't have my insurance cards. Mind you, I had just passed my 90 days at work, so my insurance kicked in that Sunday. Of course I wasn't going to have any cards yet! Needless to say, I was quite 'Italian' at that moment and I went off. My temper is notorious when I'm in pain. (I wouldn't let my mom and M talk while I was in labor with C.) So I told the woman to just give me the pain meds (they were $10 without insurance) but that I would have the other script filled after I called to verify my insurance.

Well, when I got back to work, I called and sure enough, I had insurance and all she would have had to do is look me up by my SSN. M ended up getting the script for me after picking me up from work b/c I couldn't drive on the pain med. When I woke up on Wednesday, I looked like a freak! My whole right side was swollen. It was so bad, my eye was a slit. Of course my boss is working in Milwaukee for two weeks, so I had to go to work. When I walked in I got lots of nice stares and everyone kind of recoiled when they looked at me. I was so embarrassed that I wouldn't even stop for coffee that morning. I called the dentist, but they said it would get worse before it got better. Hello, how could it possibly get worse? I already looked like Will Smith in "Hitch" when he has the allergic reaction.

M wouldn't stay because he had to work out. I was exhausted, the kids were crabby and needed to eat. He had to work out. Nice husband! I did took care of them and fell asleep. I was so tired and the pain med wasn't working. I took 10 of them in 1 1/2 days! When I went to the dentist the next day, it was still too bad to pull, but he did give me some Vicodin and that worked for the pain. He couldn't believe that my face was as swollen as it was and that I had such a good sense of humor about it. I said I could either laugh or cry and I chose to laugh. Life is more fun that way. And besides, if you can't laugh at yourself, it's not fair laughing at others!

Well, long story short (too late, I know) my face is not swollen any more. The pain is gone and I get my tooth pulled tomorrow. I would have went with the root canal, but that would have meant spending $700 out of my pocket. And well, frankly, I don't want to spend that much on a fake tooth. It's not like its the front tooth, so no one will even be able to see it.

Other than that, I told M I was 100% sure that I didn't want to be married and that he should never call me again. Thank god I got the key back from him! I put up with his bullshit for too long and I finally reached the end of my rope. I went to get the carseat and he had a new tattoo and his nipples pierced. But he didn't have money for gas (he took it out of my account when he had my card) and he didn't pay daycare. He's such an ass! I just know that I can do so much better than him. He has brought me down from the beginning, but I can't say I wouldn't do it over again because he gave me C. I love her to death and her smile, laugh and caring way, make me love her so much.

Mich