Marathon Man, revisited

I'm feeling much better in general. Chewing is still a debacle, but I feel about 90% so maybe this guy is a really good dentist and is just into causing people pain??? I'll have to inform him I'm no Bill Murray in Little Shop of Horrors, so his efforts are better appreciated elsewhere.

My friend Krista's mom is in the medical profession, not anything having to do with dentists, but I'm sure it doesn't matter that much. Point being: She said I could sue my dentist.

Hey man, if I can get money to start us on the road to our own house, I'd do it over again!

I called to make my follow up appointment for this coming Saturday and the receptionist was so nice. I told her I didn't want to see Dr. Fischman, and she listened to my sob story and said to just come in before noon and ask to see the Head Dentist. I double checked and asked if I needed to make an appointment. She said no, so if I have trouble next week, I'll add Lisette to the list of people I've had issues with at that place. I don't think I'll have a problem though. The phrase "I don't want his hands anywhere near my mouth" is resounding and wreaks of "I'm going to sue the pants off this place"

I'm talking to a lawyer. I don't want to put this guy out of a job, especially if he has a wife and kids, but I want him to know he royally screwed up and make him think twice before letting this happen to anyone else.

Marathon Man, Anyone???

Any oral surgery sucks. It especially sucks when your insurance doesn't cover the sedative so you have to pay $400 out of pocket.

It's a whole new level of crap when you tell your dentist you don't feel sedated, and he says "Sometimes it sneaks up on you. You'll feel it in the next 20-30 minutes" and then starts the procedure then instead of waiting 20 minutes. Then, when he damn near rips your cheek off when jamming the local anesthetic needle in your mouth, and starts even though you can't breathe because you were tearing up and your nose is draining into your throat.

Oh yeah, and then, when the local anesthetic is wearing off and you try to tell him and he just says "Don't talk." Yeah, that powerful sucks.

I was screaming in pain because I could feel them ripping a tooth out of my mouth and they just said I needed to be quiet because there were people in the next room and I would scare them if they heard me.

NEVER MIND the patient on the chair in front of them. I guess I don't get the luxury of not being scared or in pain, because I'll scare the other patients.

If anyone knows of a way I can get this douchebag, let me know. In the interim, don't go to Dr. Fischman at Full Smile Family Dentist.

Howl-O-Ween-O-Rama

I thought a lot. I looked all over. I found a few likely candidates. I settled for making my son be a baked potato for Halloween. I told myself when I saw the costume for him, I'd know. Steve agreed.

Then I got a package in the mail. Well, technically two. He got a couple onesies from great grandma and grandpa, and he got a costume from Grantie Julie. It's perfect, and when I pulled it out of the box and saw it, I held it up to show Steve and said "It's his costume." Steve agreed.

So the plan is to put either the First Halloween onesie or the Ghost Face onesie from Great G & G underneath it for extra warmth. Then it's Tiger City from there on out. :D

I can't imagine anything else he could be for Halloween.

I used to be a terror but now I am a tired man.

I have so much to update, and a good chunk of time to do it in, and I have no energy with which to do it.

My son has long legs. It makes finding sleepers for him difficult. The legs will fit fine, but he'll be swimming in the body section of it. This is fine, except I worry about it bunching up in front of his face and suffocating him. It's akin to the reasoning they tell you to limit blankets and stuffed animals in the crib until the SIDS stage is over.

He goes to the doctor for his one month check up tomorrow. It's funny that he'll be a month old tomorrow, but the dates don't match up. He was born on September 24, and he's 4 weeks on October 22. I hope he gets a good review and that we're doing things right by him.

I'm sorry to have been lax in the journaling. The days slip away from me so fast now. It makes me sad. I wonder how much of this I'll remember when he's grown.

oh yeah, before I forget, I sort of solved the "what songs should I sing" dilemma. The list contains, but is not limited to:

You've Got to Hide Your Love Away- The Beatles
Big Yellow Taxi- Joni Mitchell
Inflammatory Writ- Joanna Newsom
You Are My Sunshine- Traditional (But I like the way Johnny Cash sings it.)
I'm Yours- Jason Mraz
Apple Blossom- White Stripes
Everything's Alright- Jesus Christ Superstar soundtrack
Hounds of Love- Kate Bush
Do It Again- Steely Dan

yeah, you get the idea. Just songs I know by heart. There are a lot more Beatles songs on the actual playlist than I had figured. Then again, most of them are my favorites. :D

Birthday!

Happy Birthday Annie!

We're going to Chuck E Cheese so Niko can run around and play. He's going to get to meet Dexter, which he has apparently been talking about for days. I'm so excited.

Unless I'm having too much fun chasing Niko around, there will be pictures up on the picture blog once I get home.

Also: 13 days to Halloween! Spooky.

3 weeks old (as of yesterday)

Does he look any bigger? :D

Official

Officially a Mommy:
Today I talked to a pregnant friend of mine about Dexter's poop. We then thought about what it's going to be like discussing her daughter's poop. I don't know if this makes us sad or cute. I'm voting for the latter.

Officially back "home":
I washed Dexter's bottles in the bathroom sink today because the kitchen is such a mess. Lili helped us organize the frontroom. It looks so much bigger now. I can't wait to really get into all our boxes and go through and get rid of things. I wish I was still pregnant because I have a little distraction that's kept me from getting most of it done. I'll have to invite Grandma over to help coo and sing to him to distract him into sleep.

Officially missing Home:
I want to go back to my Mom's. I told Steve that if the kitchen doesn't get cleaned we have to go back there, room for us or no. I'm not washing his bottles in there. It's such a small part of the apartment, it shouldn't be that hard to keep clean, even with a bad back.

Officially Busy:
I have a Dr. appointment Thursday to check out my incision and make sure I'm not infected with the nasty wound funk. I have an appointment for a consultation with an oral surgeon next Friday and next Saturday I have an appointment to get my wisdom teeth taken out. I'm so scared and glad at the same time. It needs to happen, but I'm still wary of anything involving the word surgery. It'll be right before Steve's vacation, so I know I'll have help with the baby while I'm dealing with mouth pain. Anyone who got their wisdom teeth out have any advice for me?