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Had to wait a bit while they go ready for us and settle up the bill. But then Gwen, the attending nurse, took me back. There was Dr. Ting (who is AWESOME).

"How are you, Angela?"

"I'm cold, I haven't had my coffee and I'm miserable."

He laughed.

"I promise, you can have ice coffee as soon as we're done."

And then they lead me in to a very nice little room and started wiring my ass up. Sweet gods, those things were COLD. The one on my abdomen made me jump. Dr. Ting had the world's gentlest touch in getting my IV in. I mean, not even a pinch. Just one and done.

"Okay, I'm going to give you something to relax you, okay?"

"Okay," I nodded.

And I shit you not, I don't remember anything after that. Relax me, my ass! Sneaky bastard just sneaked it up on me. I highly approve. And again, I shit you not, what felt like five minutes later, I hear Gwen in this VERY authoritative voice say:

"Angela! Open your eyes!"

I pried them open, having no memory of closing them in the first place and she says,

"We're all done."

"Already?"

31 minutes total. No complications. Incredibly simple, Dr. Ting said. He was very pleased. Though apparently one of my molars has some wiggle, which he says may indicate bone loss and I need to have Dr. Chen check it out.

I am now floating. I mean *floooooaaaatttiiiiing*. I have to keep icing my face though. 20 minutes on, 20 minutes off. And the gauze changing is, um, well, you just imagine, why don't you.

But he was right.

I have my iced coffee.

And I'm in bed. With a cat. And my netbook.

Everyone, thank you so much for your well wishes and telling me it would be no big. I am convinced that our collective saying it would be so is what helped it to be, well, so.

I'll just be over here floating.

*floatiefloatiefloatie*

wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
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Tomorrow morning is my jaw surgery.

*sigh*

Trying not to think about it too much.

I had hoped to have the edit on Dark Lightning complete before, but that's not going to happen. Which means I get to edit while doped up on pain meds. This should be highly entertaining, if not for me, at least for Ree aka Madam Editor.

Of course, my brain is also trying to get consumed with the shiny for other novels, because it does not like to edit, so it's thrown things at me for the edit for The Mad Scientist's Beautiful Daughter and it may have finally thrown me a bone and given me the central conceit/conflict for the.childrens.crusade *finally*. All of which will have to wait until I am done editing this damn trilogy.

*slogs*

So that's me.

How 'bout them Niners?
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Just a reminder that my jaw surgery is this Wednesday. Don't know how around I'll be on the Ye Olde Internet from Wednesday on, though I hope to be somewhat in contact. Convalescing in solitude is not my bag.

As it gets closer, I find I'm calmer, though apparently some part of my psyche is not with the program as I've been having nightmares for over a week straight now, which is something that used to happen when I was younger and under a great deal of stress. My sleep disorders, let me show you them. Last night's was directed by Ridley Scott and while I appreciate him showing up to work low budget and for scale, dude. Could have done without.

Like I said, if you feel like helping a sister out, you can always hit up my Imagekind: http://angelanhunt.imagekind.com. Beautiful prints for you and a smaller surgical bill for me.

Other than that, things are motoring along. Hell of a week already and it's not even noon on Monday yet.

Gah.
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So, apparently I have been remiss.

Let me then now take the time to officially say to one and all, I am going in for oral surgery on Wednesday, January 26th. I'll be out of commission for about five days. I am going in to have all four of my wisdom teeth cut out of my jaw.

Two of them are heavily impacted and causing me recurring infections. One is sideways and pushing in to the molar in front of it. The other is just no bueno. Because I am 40, the roots of said teeth have completely grown in to my jaw. Hence the cutting, not so much the pulling. While technically extraction, this is surgery, they will be knocking me out for it and yeah.

It is what it is.

I'm not thrilled about it, but it has to be done, and aside from the infections, I'm wondering if it isn't triggering some of my migraines.

I am pissed as shit again to find yet *more* evidence (like I needed it) of the less then stellar care of my parents, because the surgeon very gently pointed out it would have been a lot easier on me to have had them removed when I was a teenager.

Y'know. When I was still in their care.

But, what can you expect from a father who wasn't present and a mother so crazy and self-involved that I was an afterthought?

So now I get to be $600 out of pocket and deal with five days or more of serious pain, rather then the couple of days of discomfort it would have been when I was a kid.

Yeah.

Not happy.

I'd run a print sale to help offset the cost of my surgery, but I don't think I'm going to be in any shape to do any fulfillment. So instead, if you'd like to help a sister out, check out my Imagekind site: http://angelanhunt.imagekind.com.

They're also having a sale right now, 20% off everything when you enter code: SNOWBALL at checkout. Sale ends 1/13/2011.

I would deeply appreciate prayers, energy, white light, Reiki, offerings to the Spaghetti Monster for my quick recovery and incident free healing,

So.

Whee.

That's me.

Just a laugh a minute around here.

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