I had no idea that "permanent" crown really does mean permanent, as in that sucker ain't coming out without a fight. My dentist, agreeing that something just wasn't right with the way it was fitting, decided to replace it for me free of charge since I only got it a few months ago and when you fork over that kind of dough (no dental insurance here) for something, it darn well needs to be right!
Seriously. I could have bought a new wardrobe for what I paid for that tiny little piece of porcelain. That tiny little piece of porcelain that had to be cut in half with a jackhammer and a buzz saw before it finally came out of my mouth. At least that's what it sounded like from where I was sitting. It has now, once again, been replaced with a temporary crown as I await my next royal crowning ceremony next month when my new one is set to arrive.
And I won't even get into the situation with the neighboring tooth that had to have a filling taken out in order to fix a cavity that had developed underneath it. Yeah. Fun times, y'all. Fun, fun times. I was numb for a good four and a half hours yesterday afternoon and my gums around those teeth are pissed with a capital P.
I spent today laying low around the house and doing a major purge of my drawers and closet. I filled five trash bags with clothes that are now Salvation Army bound. I was beginning to feel a little hoarder-like when I tried to find something to wear or put away my laundry. And I figured that if I hadn't worn it in five years? It was pretty much dead to me.
With the exception of my Guess jean jacket I got for Christmas in the tenth grade, 1986. I'm not even sure what it is about that jacket exactly. It's not like I wear it that much anymore, rarely ever really, but it is still in remarkable condition and the best thing is it still fits...something I wore in high school, besides earrings, still fits me and that my friends, is why that Guess jean jacket will have to be pried from my cold, dead fingers before it gets chunked into the Salvation Army bag.
I did manage to mosey outside for a few minutes with Dracen and Li'l Bit this afternoon because the breathtaking beauty of the blooming trees and shrubs in the yard were summoning me in a powerful way and I know, what with the exceptionally warm temperatures we've been having, that they will be all bloomed out before I can blink twice.
Here's a little sample of what I managed to capture...
Spring’s greatest joy beyond a doubt is when it brings the children out.
It's spring fever.
That is what the name of it is.
And when you've got it, you want -
Oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just
fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so! ~Mark Twain
|Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems. ~Rainer Maria Rilke|
Fame is a bee.
It has a song—
It has a sting—
Ah, too, it has a wing.
Everything is blooming most recklessly;
if it were voices instead of colors,
there would be
an unbelievable shrieking
into the heart of the night.
~Rainer Maria Rilke
The force of Spring—
powerful beyond measure.
|The earth laughs in flowers. ~E.E. Cummings|
|I thank God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees & for the blue dreams of sky & for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.|