Monday, September 18, 2017

Catch up

September is just flying by.

I've watched some football, drank and ate some pumpkin flavored things, and started planning my Halloween costume. But the temps are still in the high 80's/low 90's, so there's that. I'm ready for fall weather and some layering. I tried to force it by wearing a vest today, but I'm currently sitting here dying of a heat stroke.

I spent this past weekend in Eastern Iowa with Nick and fam. We took advantage of the 90 degrees and went boating. It was the absolute best way to spend a September Saturday. Even if we did end up getting rained on a little.



For those keeping tabs on my nephew, Alex finally got to start pre-school this past week. He wore his new, huge shoes (1.5 sizes too big to fit over his feet).






Thursday, September 14, 2017

Brace Face - Tray 16

Tray 16 brought the pain!

It was a rough couple first days. I know I say this with every tray, but that sucker was TIGHT. I snapped it into place for the first time and it instantly hurt. I took some tylenol and went to bed, and the pain actually woke me up. My dentist had told me to tell her if it didn't feel like a tray fit right - like if my teeth hadn't moved enough for the new tray to fit properly. That wasn't the problem, the problem was just the tightness. I took tylenol every couple hours for the first three days.

My teeth have been super super sensitive during this tray. I haven't been able to really eat anything that requires a great deal of chewing. This will be worth it, right?

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

Brace Face - Tray 15

This is one of those times when I hate my face, I feel like my teeth aren't moving fast enough, and I'm generally just annoyed and irritated with my current smile.


Blahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. 13 trays left.


Tuesday, September 5, 2017

Labor Day 2017

I didn't go anywhere for Labor Day. I purposefully stayed home, due to a one-time fear of missing out. I did a lot of stuff.

Friday night Natalie, Ryan and I went to see The Goonies, which was playing at a local theatre this weekend for only $5. This is only the second time I've seen this movie, which blows some people's mind holes.

Saturday I went down to Glenwood and went to a little makeshift circus with Nicole and her family. It was uncomfortably hot under the big top, but it was still fun seeing Alex get excited about stuff. Gavin was sitting with his friends and kind of being a joker, and Quinn was just too hot and didn't want to deal with the bullshit.


Sunday I went to see Lynryd Skynyrd (I'm pretty sure I spelled that wrong) at Stir Cove. It was fun, but I don't need to see them ever again.


Monday I went to Jan and Dick's to help them with some stuff (I've officially taken Nick's spot as their technical guru), and then we had a bbq at Dad's. Alex got to play outside! He was so happy, and we were all happy to see him playing and acting like a normal kid again, despite his huge old man slippers to keep his feet protected.

I don't want to be back at work today.

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

That time I almost passed out at the doctor's office

Don't let the title of this entry fool you. I have passed out in many doctor offices. But this time was probably my worst behavior to date.

It was after that neck surgery (sometimes I feel like my life is divided...before neck surgery, after neck surgery), and I had been off work for three weeks. I had an appointment to be "cleared" to go back to work. Of course, I was so positive I was going to be cleared that I had already arranged to return to work as soon as my appointment was over. I was so confident that I didn't even have anyone go to the appointment with me - I assumed I would run in, get cleared, and then go straight to work. Maybe I would stop and get a fountain soda, I don't know. But I was definitely going to work that day. I was stir-crazy at home and needed to get back into my routine.

Everything was going well - I was sitting in the exam chair, and about four doctors had already been in to see me. With the position of this tumor, I had several doctors assigned to my case. They were all pleased, and the last approval I needed was from my actual surgeon. He came in with a a few students (Nebraska Medicine is a learning hospital, think Grey's Anatomy) and he was like "Everything looks good, now let's get that glue off."

Yes. My neck was glued together at this point still. Of course, it had already healed, but there was still a mess of glue on my neck. I thought he would just take an end of it and pull - like when you were a kid, and you would rub Elmer's glue on your hand and then peel it off - but this industrial medical glue was a little different. He got a sharp tool, took it to my neck, and began to scrape.

And scrape. And scrape. The noise was too much, he was too close to my neck, there were too many people staring at me. I was going to pass out. I got that feeling and I told him.

"If you pass out, I am not clearing you to go back to work."

FUCK THAT. I tried, uncomfortably, to get my life together. I was all clammy and felt like I could go down at any minute, but I kept my mouth shut.

He finally got done, and said he wanted to take one more look at my most recent ultrasound before he cleared me officially. He and his entourage walked out of the room, and I hit the floor.

I didn't know what to do. I knew if I didn't get a cold compress and some water that I was going to pass out. But I literally couldn't stand up without passing out.

"Hello?" I yelled out, weakly. "Hello, is anyone out there?" The doctor and his brigade had left the exam room door open just a crack. I was softly moaning, because for some reason that helps me when I'm feeling this way.

A receptionist opened the door further and stuck her head in. "OH MY GOD!"

I stopped her. "I know, I know. I am going to faint unless I get a cold washcloth and some water. Can you help?"

She didn't say a word and walked away. She brought me back my requested items and asked what else she can do.

I was already feeling better, but I was too scared to get upright enough to get back into the chair.  "I'm going to lay here and moan until the doctor comes back. Can you stand guard? Tell me when he's coming back."

She stood in the doorway, and I laid on the floor and did my moaning/breathing exercises. Then suddenly she goes "He's coming!" and I jumped back in the chair.

He was fine with my ultrasound, and since he hadn't seen the fucking ridiculous scene that just happened, he cleared me to go back to work.

What the actual fuck, Jen. Seriously. Why did I think that was okay? I have always wondered what was said about me after I left that office. That poor receptionist.

Tuesday, August 29, 2017

3 times my face scared me

So far in my life, there have been three times my own face has scared me. I will not post pictures, as 1. I don't have any and 2. I never want to see it again.

1. When I was working at Kaplan, we had an evening event where we were kind of showcasing the school. I was in the Criminal Justice room, where we had a video machine thing - it showed crime scenes, and there was a gun (very realistic - weight and size) and the student acted as a cop with the gun. Kind of like Duck Hunt, but with a more realistic gun and people rather than ducks. There was a lull in the action, so I took the gun to play but my finger got stuck in it. It instantly started bleeding, so I ran to the bathroom, and then I got that pass out feeling. I quickly went into a stall to lay down until the feeling passed. (Yes, I know how gross it is to lay in a public bathroom. When I am that close to passing out, I do not care.) I realized I had been in there forever and needed to pull myself together, so I crawled out of the stall and to the sink to wet a paper towel. I pulled myself up and looked in the mirror and HOLY HELL. My face was as white as a ghost and I seriously thought for a minute that I had actually died.

2. After I had my neck tumor removed, (I wrote about it here) I was in the hospital for five days. So five days with no shower, no hair brushing....thinking back, I don't even think I brushed my teeth (I can't remember if I could put a toothbrush in my mouth). I was DISGUSTING. And the worst thing of all - my neck was leaking so I had a tube coming out of it, collecting the...stuff? Liquid? Blood? Puss? It collected into this little suction thing that the nurses kept tucking into my gown pocket so I wouldn't have to look at it. I turned away when they came in to empty it. I avoided mirrors for a few days, but then I finally peeked - and HOLY HELL. My hair was matted to my head. I don't even want to go into the tube. And my scar was DISGUSTING.

3. A few weeks ago I was kickboxing at the gym. I had taken a few days off, and I was loving being back on the mat. I was pounding on the bag - punching as hard as I possibly could. I had been fighting a cold (one of the reasons I hadn't worked out in a few days), and my nose started running. Being disgusting and too stubborn to leave the mat, I brushed my sleeve against my nose to wipe it away. It kept running, so I kept wiping. Finally, I went into the bathroom to blow my nose. I looked in the mirror and HOLY HELL. My face was covered in blood! I was facing out on the mat, so none of my fellow kickboxers could have seen my face. I seriously looked like a MMA fighter. I started wetting paper towels to wipe the blood off, and then I got that familiar feeling that I was going to pass out. I wetted a bunch of paper towels and headed into one of the stalls, where, again, I laid down. This is where I begin to evaluate the situation. I was laying on the floor in a bathroom stall, my feet up on the toilet. I had a pile of bloody paper towels next to me. Seriously?! Luckily I got myself together and hightailed it out of the gym.

Monday, August 28, 2017

Brace Face - Tray 14

I had another dentist appointment during this tray, where she had to "grind" or "shave" my teeth to shape them better for the movement. It's still one of the worst sound in the world.



I am loving how my teeth are looking, and I still have 14 trays to go! I need to start thinking about after this - I have two teeth that need replaced, and I either need to do a bridge or an implant. I'm not sure which route to take, but I am honestly thinking price will be the deciding factor.