Today is supposedly the final day of the finishing work on my fake teeth! I know I'm dental phobic, but I must be a really horrible patient to have the dentist do things in such little spurts. Either he can't take ME for long periods of time, or he really thinks *I* need the breaks in between and he feels sorry for me. He told me THIS time to take four Valium instead of three. That's to get me through an "hour" visit to "finish up the rough edges!" No fillings or teeth cleaning today. I misunderstood.
I go in at 2:30 and they want me to take the Valium at 1:30 so "it's working" by the time I get there. Or, maybe so they don't give me too much gas and kill me! I don't know.
Everyone reading this knows I'm a talker. Last time 15mg of Valium and tons of gas didn't shut me up. I continued a constant stream of uncontrollable questions and opinions about world peace, why I wear a headcovering, to subjects like Janis Joplin & San Francisco in the late 60's. You know, important stuff!!!!!!!!!!! I was able to get up 3 times and skip to the restroom without feeling tipsy. I'm a hard one to take down!
I don't know if 20mg of Valium is to give the dentist peace and quiet, or if he really feels bad that I'm so high strung, leaving claw marks in his ceiling every time I visit him!
Can't say I'm nervous this time. I've had so many visits recently and have the greatest dentist of all, it's just the moment I sit in that chair - terror reigns!
The b-day party was a success last night. Rissy got a San Francisco Music Box Co. snow globe with a carousel horse from us. It was the first gift she opened and she was so happy (and touched) that I thought she was going to cry. She just loves that gift and thinks it is beautiful.
Beating the pinata was a hoot. Since they were all so young, we didn't bother with a blindfold. They took turns, youngest to oldest, at hitting and hitting the spinning star. Stephanie commented that somehow this didn't seem very healthy, teaching our children to beat and beat something with a stick just to get candy; but beat it, they did! Poor cat thought she wanted in on the excitement and couldn't find her way through our ankles to get back inside the door! All very comical! The cheers and screams of, "Hit harder! Do it again! There you go. Now it's Luci's turn to hit!" coming from our closed up garage must have raised suspicions with the neighbors.
By the way, Jesse had never filled a pinata, so that ALSO became my job. I found out a pinata has a very, VERY small opening and requires candy and surprises to be inserted into it ONE AT A TIME! Very tedious! I'm so glad I filled it several days prior to the party!
After the dental trip today and Thursday's and Friday's psychologist appointments, I'll have to turn my attention to Annamarie's b-day (March 29th). Then, mine, then Steph's, then JanaLyn's . . . .
In my home, life is ALWAYS a party!
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