Just NB

The family of four might not be a thing...but I have a pretty cute/funny/loving consolation prize until I get on that family building stuff. She never puts up a fuss no matter where I take her, even if its midnight at a pharmacy in a sketchy area because I forgot to refill my prescription. And forgot a bag to carry/hide her... And end up chucking her in my purse...and having her wait patiently for 20 minutes because apparently that's the time to get your prescriptions filled in this area. She never complains about my morning hair... She "tries" to abide by the "no dog on the couch unless on a human's lap or a blanket" rule... She poses in my amazing thrift store finds so that I can email photos to my mom and she'll have an idea of what size my mini leather ottoman is.  She very politely asks me to put her to bed around 11pm.   She loves Starbucks too. And she tries hard to be good while I make my plans/to do notes...

Sad post ahead.... There has been a lot of progress on my beat up body this week....but I'm still not able to walk very long without pain and my mouth is still not back to normal after my surgery. I'm focusing on the positives on my foot because I've been granted permission by the physio gods to start using a stationary bike...which was pure heaven for me because until now I've been doing things like Pilates and weights....craving some cardio to just go, go, Go.  Yet somehow this week, there has been so much talk of my previous life. A friend on Facebook asked a question about how they keep track of all of the paper in their house. I had a good idea that worked for me, and I started out my answer with, " When I was a family of four... .."... and those words still haunt me. When I was a family of four...I knew that one liked this type of yogurt and the other liked this type of bread....the tiny extra extra small ginchies belonged to this one and this...

Wow! I just looked back at the photo I published last week of my face. I'm looking A LOT better. Most people that don't know that I had my dental surgery can't even tell that anything is different. It's still pretty sensitive, but in that area, I have no complaints. Especially when I see last week's photo...wow, I look like a monster!! This week has been pretty low key (as opposed to my mega exciting weeks that I usually have....), but I was pretty excited after my last physio appointment because I'M WALKING!!!!!!!!!!!! No crutches, no cane, it's not the best walk, but I'm able to be on my feet a lot more, with the help of a support bandage kind of thing. It was taped for a few weeks, but because this is the summer of hell, I had a pretty bad allergic reaction to the tape and had to switch. My ankle is still extremely swollen on both sides and now has a ring around it that looks like it was stung by 9000 bees. One day I'll look at this and laugh, y...

This summer....just keeps getting better and better.... Just before I fell, I had an emergency dentist because I had some weird pain. It turned out that there was an infection in the space above the root of one of my molars (I think I wrote about it briefly). I had to take some antibiotics and life went back to normal - with a follow up appointment because some work had to be done above the root - in the bone, essentially, I really didn't think it was a big deal...I took the required anti-anxiety medication so that I could get through the THREE HOUR appointment, the dentist was kind and I like him a lot, but I left in a pretty...out of it state. I had been able to walk with the cane, but because of the drugs, I went back to one crutch. The doctor gave me that famous codeine, which helps but seriously screws me over, and some kind of other pain killer, some very strong antibiotics (I only have to take 1 per day), and sent me home. I wasn't prepared to wake up like this: ...