Two weeks flew by and I feel like the only thing that I have done is set up new laptops. Thats right- plural. New laptop number one turned out to have a junked disc drive, which I thought to be strange since I got it to download my photo software that was on a disc. After that, notta. It was sadly brought back to BestBuy where I swapped it for a different one. New brand. Got that one home, reloaded said photo software, asked husband to download all the stuff that he said he backed up from my first new laptop. Couldn’t find it. (Enter weak in the knees, room spinning throw up kind of feeling) Oh- did I mention that the laptop that I have used for a year that had my millions of pieces of me in the form of data now belonged to the other wife and she demanded that it be swept of any sign of me?!? So, to recap: Husband took old laptop and swept it, said he backed up the 1000+ pictures and 50+ documents that were on it to the Ebook (external hard drive), also said that he backed up the new laptop before I returned it. But. It. Is. Lost. I spent an afternoon searching for anyway to find this information finding multiple dead ends. Husband came home from work (and although I warned him that if he were to come and face the wrath of me he better come with flowers and chocolate and Pepsi, he took his chances empty handed) And he got to work on it, too. He managed to find the back-up of the old laptop and put all the pictures (in their original unedited form- hours of work I had done) on the 2nd new laptop. I began re-editing pictures so that I could finally hand off the wedding pictures to their rightful owners. Get it done, go to put them on a disc….DISC DRIVE DOESN’T WORK!!!! Are we seeing a pattern here? Husband assumes that my photo software is somehow ruining the path to my disc drive. We go back to BestBuy- who are now looking at me like I am some kind of cyber criminal, and get yet another new laptop- which I am now typing on. We threw the photo software in the garbage and have success with this disc drive thus far. Husband is very jealous that I got to try to have out 3 different laptops in a month. I have other feelings.
Adventure #2: Sedation dentistry for Anderson.
Wednesday morning, 6am. I get up and prepare myself in anyway that I can for what I am going to face. Let me back up a little bit. Anderson is a JOY to bring to the dentist. He is the lucky owner of a gag reflex that does not allow us to even get x-rays of his teeth without getting thrown up on. My kind dentist has been watching his teeth as closely as he can without the valued x-ray. About a month ago, Anderson had a tooth that was bugging him so bad that he didn’t want to eat. At all. We brought him in and he needed a root canal on one of his back molars. My fantastically lovely child screamed (and when I say screamed I am not talking about girls in a horror movie scream- I am talking about full on ‘ how does this kid hit those octaves that can make a grown dentist and assistant and mother want to rip their ears and spinal cord off because it’s the kind that make your back hurt too. ) for the full 2 hours that it took to fix that one tooth. Ugly. I thought he was going to dehydrate. Dentist says that there are probably more teeth that need to be fixed- but he recommends sedation. I am sold before he finishes the sentence. 2 weeks- knock him out fix them all. Deal. Anderson gets influenza the day before he is scheduled. We reschedule.
Morning of the event, the boy is not allowed to eat or drink after midnight the previous night. This is the first battle I face. I wake up Logan who needs to get ready for school and instruct him not to wake up the beast that soon will be. He fails to listen and wakes him. Anderson requests (who are we kidding- demands) juice and I explain to him that he cannot have it. He begins his first fit. We somehow manage to drop Logan off to his friend’s house to go to school, and Anderson and Kena and I are off to the dentist. They give the 3 magical medicine to the boy and then explain to me that the way it works is that he will get super wild and then all the sudden crash. Literally. Should take about 20-30 minutes.
We go into a small room with a couch, bean bag, blankets, pillows, a TV and for some unknown reason a tile floor for the kids who are literally going to fall over mid-step to land on. One hour and 20 minutes later, Anderson is still going strong- wild as can be, dizzy and very frustrated that he is spinning around, but just as wild as that time when he ate all my ‘bad day chocolate stash’ (that story is for another day people.) I am coming face to face with the fact that we may have to do all this tooth work on him while he is awake and aware. I now wish that I was the one that got the magic combination of sedation medicine. The nurse walks him over to the dentist chair and puts laughing gas on him and miraculously he is out. Cold. We thought. Get x-rays, he is fine. Start to numb his teeth with a shot- he is up and screaming. They stop for a few minutes and let him fall back asleep and thankfully finish all the teeth without a peep from the boy. The last thing they have to do is a cleaning. He wakes up and fits. We skip the cleaning. Manage to leave the dentist office without throwing up- me or him- and without him falling into anything. Dentist tells me that the medication lasts a long time and it is normal for him to sleep for a long time- some kids sleep for 12 hours. I am thinking that I am finally going to get mine, for making it through this day and I will have a quiet day to recover from the ordeal. I was wrong. He was up and ready to go to Build-A-Bear before we even got on the highway to go home. I convinced him to go home and let the ‘dizzy’ go away first and then we would go. He did not retreat when we got home. He tried to tell me that he was not at all dizzy while he was standing up holding the wall to balance his wobbly body (all this while he is drooling slurring his words due to a very numb mouth.) I finally give in and take the boy and run all the multiple errands that I was certain I would not do that day. All the while he is just as wired as can be.
The moral of the story is this: When you are told that a crash and burn is to come within a certain time period and it fails, do not expect it later when you are wanting it to happen.
So there you have it. That is the adventures of my week in a nut shell.
Until next time
Adventure #2: Sedation dentistry for Anderson.
Wednesday morning, 6am. I get up and prepare myself in anyway that I can for what I am going to face. Let me back up a little bit. Anderson is a JOY to bring to the dentist. He is the lucky owner of a gag reflex that does not allow us to even get x-rays of his teeth without getting thrown up on. My kind dentist has been watching his teeth as closely as he can without the valued x-ray. About a month ago, Anderson had a tooth that was bugging him so bad that he didn’t want to eat. At all. We brought him in and he needed a root canal on one of his back molars. My fantastically lovely child screamed (and when I say screamed I am not talking about girls in a horror movie scream- I am talking about full on ‘ how does this kid hit those octaves that can make a grown dentist and assistant and mother want to rip their ears and spinal cord off because it’s the kind that make your back hurt too. ) for the full 2 hours that it took to fix that one tooth. Ugly. I thought he was going to dehydrate. Dentist says that there are probably more teeth that need to be fixed- but he recommends sedation. I am sold before he finishes the sentence. 2 weeks- knock him out fix them all. Deal. Anderson gets influenza the day before he is scheduled. We reschedule.
Morning of the event, the boy is not allowed to eat or drink after midnight the previous night. This is the first battle I face. I wake up Logan who needs to get ready for school and instruct him not to wake up the beast that soon will be. He fails to listen and wakes him. Anderson requests (who are we kidding- demands) juice and I explain to him that he cannot have it. He begins his first fit. We somehow manage to drop Logan off to his friend’s house to go to school, and Anderson and Kena and I are off to the dentist. They give the 3 magical medicine to the boy and then explain to me that the way it works is that he will get super wild and then all the sudden crash. Literally. Should take about 20-30 minutes.
We go into a small room with a couch, bean bag, blankets, pillows, a TV and for some unknown reason a tile floor for the kids who are literally going to fall over mid-step to land on. One hour and 20 minutes later, Anderson is still going strong- wild as can be, dizzy and very frustrated that he is spinning around, but just as wild as that time when he ate all my ‘bad day chocolate stash’ (that story is for another day people.) I am coming face to face with the fact that we may have to do all this tooth work on him while he is awake and aware. I now wish that I was the one that got the magic combination of sedation medicine. The nurse walks him over to the dentist chair and puts laughing gas on him and miraculously he is out. Cold. We thought. Get x-rays, he is fine. Start to numb his teeth with a shot- he is up and screaming. They stop for a few minutes and let him fall back asleep and thankfully finish all the teeth without a peep from the boy. The last thing they have to do is a cleaning. He wakes up and fits. We skip the cleaning. Manage to leave the dentist office without throwing up- me or him- and without him falling into anything. Dentist tells me that the medication lasts a long time and it is normal for him to sleep for a long time- some kids sleep for 12 hours. I am thinking that I am finally going to get mine, for making it through this day and I will have a quiet day to recover from the ordeal. I was wrong. He was up and ready to go to Build-A-Bear before we even got on the highway to go home. I convinced him to go home and let the ‘dizzy’ go away first and then we would go. He did not retreat when we got home. He tried to tell me that he was not at all dizzy while he was standing up holding the wall to balance his wobbly body (all this while he is drooling slurring his words due to a very numb mouth.) I finally give in and take the boy and run all the multiple errands that I was certain I would not do that day. All the while he is just as wired as can be.
The moral of the story is this: When you are told that a crash and burn is to come within a certain time period and it fails, do not expect it later when you are wanting it to happen.
So there you have it. That is the adventures of my week in a nut shell.
Until next time
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