Dang it, I was so excited about my pineapple, I forgot to wish Michele a happy birthday. Happy Birthday, Michele! You rock!
To give you a smile on this anniversary of your birth, here’s me with a beard. It’s from 1997 1994. I found it while digging through my old pictures for high school stuff. Next year is my 20th high school reunion. Thus the 1988saints link in the right margin –>
Being away from my garden for a month during the summer was hard. Watching the daily changes is part of the fun for me. Seeing the changes that happened over a month of days is shocking. My back yard is really lush-looking right now. Some of the plants have grown over the footpath and I’m going to have to prune them a little. I’m going to be working on the garden a lot the next couple of weeks because our neighborhood home and garden show is August 4.
My biggest surprise was my pineapple plants. In the spring of 2006, I cut the tops off of two fresh pineapples and stuck them in some soil. They sprouted and grew. During the winter I had to bring them inside. It was kind of a pain because they’re huge. When I put them outside again, they got some sunscald. I was starting to think they were more trouble that they were worth. Then I saw this:
It’s a pineapple! One of the plants is fruiting! I can’t believe it. Really cool!
I went to the doctor yesterday. It was a follow-up visit regarding the removal of my fat lump. He said the scar looked fine. Then he asked me if anything else was going on. I told him I was pretty good. I’ve been having a lot of indigestion for the last few months, so I told him about that. He gave me a prescription for something called Omeprazole. I don’t know if I’ll use it. I can usually control indigestion by watching what I eat.
I also mentioned the fact that I’m listed as allergic to penicillin. He and I had talked about it before. Since I was labelled “allergic” as a baby, he said it might be worth testing to see if I still can’t take it now, or if that’s changed. He said I could visit an allergist for a formal test, or I could just take some penicillin and see what happened.
The second option sounded easier, so I asked him about it. He wrote out a prescription for some amoxicillin. He said to take some and if anything felt weird, to take some steriods (which he then wrote a prescription for) and some Benadryl. I asked him what the symptoms of an allergic reaction might be. He said I could get a rash, or I could feel an itch in my throat or have trouble breathing, or I could feel like I was going to die. If that happened, he said I should use an Epi-pen (which he then wrote a prescription for), take the steroids, and call 911.
So do I roll the dice and try this at home, or do I go to an allergist? I’m leaning towards the latter.
Warning: A closeup shot of my teeth follows. It may be disturbing to some more sensitive viewers.
I went to the dentist yesterday for a crown. I had previously been to the dentist, and he said that one of my teeth was 80% filling and was breaking apart. He said we should crown it before it broke beyond crown-ability. I was getting ready for my 8:30am appointment yesterday when my phone rang. It was the dentist’s office asking me why I hadn’t shown up for my 8:00am appointment. D’oh! I ran out the door and got there in record time. Only to find out I’d left my wallet at home. D’oh!
Even thought I was late, the dentist was quite nice. He did a relatively pain-free job, too! Except my jaw muscles were hurting from keeping my mouth open for so long. My eyes started to water because my jaw hurt so much. But now I have my temporary crown. In two weeks my permanent crown will be prepared and I can have it installed. I’ll be glad, because this temporary feels wierd. It’s flat and featureless, and the material feels like fine grit sandpapber. I can’t leave it alone with my tongue, so I’m slowly sanding the tip of my tongue off. On top of that, my mouth doesn’t close quite right. My top teeth bump up against the temporary. They say it’s okay, but I’m afraid I’ll break a tooth or something if I chew on that side.
In the picture below, it’s in the middle. Just to the right of it is my only other crown. What’s going on with the left side of my mouth?
I made it home without crashing in a horrible airplane accident! Yay!
I got home late last night, watched TV for a little while with Ned curled up on my chest, then I went to bed. This morning I’m up so I can go get a crown at the dentist. Ned greeted me like he always does in the morning: he fell over on his side and curled his head upside down and tried to look all cute so that I would scratch his head and give him a rubdown.
It worked. I missed my needy Ned.
