I realize I have not been the best at keeping up with the blog lately (or really ever.) I blame my slow computer. Five days now it has been trying to update Facebook (which is why all my Facebook followers have been missing out on all my witty banter and such) and it took almost two weeks to get this page open to write a new blog post then another two days to add links and a picture. Yes, it's a bit slow at times. It has also begun to make a strange noise from time to time...
So, last time I told you about my doctor's appointment of awesomeness. It was so incredibly awesome that I felt a great weight lifted.
Which is why you might have been very surprised to see me the following morning, driving back home after dropping my husband off for work, having a bit of a mental breakdown.
Let's back up a couple of days. The day before my amazing doctor's appointment of all amazing amazingness, two things happened.
First I was doing dishes. (I know, I should really learn my lesson!) And I made a huge watery mess on the floor. My husband stepped in the puddle and commented on it. I waved him off and told him I always made a mess doing dishes and it's just water so it will dry. He brought in a towel and dried it up. Then I stepped in the puddle that was leaking out of the towel.
Yes, a giant puddle over and above the water that had now saturated a full size bath towel. There is no way I made that much of a mess! We pulled out the contents of under the sink cabinet. They are currently still scattered across my kitchen counters and floor. After some investigation we discovered that the garbage disposal is leaking. Well you probably know by now how much we enjoy plumbing problems around here. So we decided simply not to use that side of the sink.
During all this craziness the Princess came running in crying. She was holding her mouth. Correction, she was holding her tooth.
No one saw her injure herself and the best she can tell me is that it was the rocking chair. What do you want to bet she wasn't just sitting properly in it?
Ya'll know how I love a good mouth injury! (Yes, I spell it ya"ll and spell checker has no problem with it so it must be correct.) So, I calmed her down and hubby washed her mouth out and got the bleeding to stop. Yes, there is always blood isn't there? We checked her tooth to see if the gum looked swollen or red and it looked ok. But I was rather worried about it. She has caps on her teeth (chalk teeth) and so we have to watch carefully because if she injures the tooth we might not be able to tell under the cap. Yup, queen of mouth injuries and we have to take her into the dentist any time she injures a tooth. This is amazingly only the second time in the year since she got the caps put on. The first time was one week after she had the caps put on.
So, all that craziness happened and then the next day we pretty much put it all out of our minds because we had the doctor's appointment and at first we were all nervous and then we were all relieved and it was all emotional and stuff so I honestly didn't think about any of the other stuff all that day.
Then that night I remembered her tooth and took a look at it to see if there was any redness or swelling. I didn't see any redness and maybe a tiny bit of swelling but it was hard to tell. Still, it didn't look quite right...
It took me a minute and suddenly I realized one tooth looked lower than the other. Now this might not be that big a deal except that I knew for a fact that the caps had been perfectly even. I reached out and touched her tooth.