I had all four of my wisdom teeth pulled on April 29th and am still healing. Let me tell you...having oral surgery is terrible. My only surgery reference point was abdominal surgery when I was 19 and my c-section with the kiddo. I was terrified. The only good thing about being a panicky freak is that things generally aren't as bad as I make them in my mind.
So now I have holes in my mouth that are slowly slllllowly healing closed. They aren't too painful except for the lower left. The one with the nerve. That one...is ow.
Other changes to the Life of Althea...hm...I've been having nightmares about people who do not wish me well. Recently I have removed someone (rather harshly, in retrospect) from my life and I'm dreaming about her.
But last night was a doozy. About a woman I shall refer to as Melissa. In real life, she's got something against me. In my dream last night she was being fake-nice and tricksy. Yuck.
I am finally feeling well enough and the weather is finally dependably nice enough for daily walks around the hood. I'm taking advice from Rebecca Woolf and bringing the camera along.
He wasn't angry-he was trying to unscrew the bolt on the hydrant.
Yesterday we debuted his big wheel. Pedaling is hard, so he just mostly scooted around with his feet.
And then we went home.