Thursday, August 25, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
After yesterday's telephone call, I was at the
It was decided that today, he would pull just one tooth.
In the chair, I got the needle. I also got pain that I have never had before.
For future reference: a few things have ever made me yell:
--breaking my arm
--a healthy chunk of wasabe
--stepping on a large roofing nail
--a large 12 guage needle directly stuck into a nerve in my mouth
|A fantasy. The oral sugeon|
is on the right.
(Are you enjoying this? Neither did I.) "I should have gotten some xanax," I thought darkly.
I sat for a while, ostensibly to allow it to numb...instead, I briefly went numb, and then it quickly wore off. This has been a problem in the past; one dentist suggested my metabolism was to blame. Another suggested that my nerves weren't exactly where most people's were.
Turns out it's probably a combination of both, but this dentist now knows: novacain does not work for me. Something called "Narcain" does. No, I don't want to know the origins of the Nar- prefix.
Of course, it took several more needle sticks before that was clear.
While we were waiting for numbing to take hold, the denstist started talking about a minor complication. Normally, in order to extract the tooth he would leverage off nearby healthy teeth. However, my nearby teeth were crowned. So instead, he would be inserting a small instrument into the tooth, and "tapping" it "along the length" of the tooth to "loosen it" in the socket.
I'm a therapist. I force people to be concrete. So I asked him, "is tapping a euphemism for banging on my tooth with a maul and mallet?"
Oh, a hammer. I so want to know that someone is hitting something in my mouth with a hammer.
And it wasn't a tap, either. It was about a half dozen hits.
I'm surprised I don't have a concussion.
But the tooth is out.
And I have percocet.
One down, three to go.
Possibly filed under whining
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Last week I went to see Denist #2, and endodontist, last week. Dentist #2 took the time to numb me up with a heeyooge needle before saying that he could not save the three teeth that had planned root canals. After dentist #2 said this, he said that I needed to have them pulled and get dental implants. I went back to dentist #1, who then referred me to dentist #3: an oral surgeon
- Pros: no root canals, which are expensive. Painful.
- Cons: implants. Otherwise known as IMPLANT$.
My plan was to get the consult, set up a time for the extraction, and then go to work. I decided I would have the teeth pulled on a Thursday, because I won't be allowed to run for 48 hours after a triple tooth extraction. I don't run on fridays. Right? Right. So, I would take a day off work and stock up on protein shakes, since you can't suck anything through a straw and I won't want to chew for at least a day.
You know, I feel much better when my world is carefully planned. I don't like surprises. I avoid them whenever possible. I like my world carefully and tightly controlled so that it happens just the way I expect it to. Work can be crazy and unpredictable, and that's okay. But outside of work: predictability. I like things to be within my control.
Having told you this, you know that they won't be.
So obviously, I got a call at work.
- Hello, is this Misty?
- I'm just calling to confirm your appointment for tomorrow.
- Be sure to bring your x-rays.
- Got it.
- And a referral letter that you have from your dentist.
- I think he faxed it to you.
- Good. And remember--no eating or drinking after midnight tonight.
- Yep. Wait. What?
- And be sure to bring someone to escort you home.
- Escort me home? No. Wait. What? I run in the mornings. And I can't have even water?
- Because of the anesthesia.
- The...the what? I thought this was a consult?
- Oh no. If he decides the tooth--
- --need to be pulled, then he'll do that right then.
- Really. See you tomorrow at 8! She said this just a bit too brightly, before hanging up.
I'm having some wine, cheese and crackers right now, since this might be the last thing I eat for about 24 hours.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
13. Saturday, I did this run. And yes, it sucked as much as you might think. However, I did not suffer as much as I might have a year ago. I seem to be getting used to altitude. The last mile was basically climbing stairs, for a mile, over about 800 feet, starting over 11,000 feet.
And then...trying not to fall down on the descent.
I was not first. And despite starting last, I did not fimish last.
12. On trail runs, I love watching the youngsters and first timers bolt when that gun goes off. Basically, the older runners step aside and let them rush past, then offer quiet encouragement later, much later, when the course has taken its toll and they are passing them.
11. It is absolutely true that you can do more than you think you can. No where is this more true than when you are mosying down a mountain a hear a loud, deep crack of thunder, practically in your ear.
10. And by the way, having blown quads is just like having a blown tire. Other than you can't call AAA or just show some leg and get a stranger to change it out for you. And you feel like you might falll down the mountain at any second. But other than that, they're just alike.
9. Sunday, I ran the Rio Grand Half Marathon. I was good for the first eight or so miles, and then the prior day's steep descent and it's effect on my quads began to speak to me.
Eventually I just couldn't lift my legs as effectively as i had. It wasn't my slowest time. It wasn't my fastest time
2:20 or 2:21, for this course.
|Found this when looking for information about caring|
for rabbits. Wrong. So wrong.
But I cannot abide a soft furry creature with an adorable twitchy nose being someone's evening meal.
7. I gave s/he a couple of nuggets of cat food, which s/he vacumed up rapidly, but then I realized that bunnies are herbivores and cats are not, and for all I know, there might even be some rabbits in that food, which is just wrong, so wrong.
So, I googled. AND. Apparently, they'll eat just about any leafy thing. So this week I have played the game: "what else will the bunny eat?" the Hollyhock leaves where VERY well received, as were the geranium leaves. Topping the list is apples, which we have a ton of, thanks to the apple tree in the yard. Also, the little plants that grow from the millet the birds don't eat, and chocolate mint. Not liked: basil, and wisteria leaves.
S/he shits like crazy. It's not messy, just little tiny shit balls. The first day or so, I think she must have been starving or something. And then about the third day after I brought her in: constant little shitballs, which I clean up daily. It's easy enough. Just has to be cleaned daily. For now, she lives in the guest room bathtub.
6. I don't plan to keep s/him indefinitely, but as s/he will eat stuff from the yard (no, i do not use chemicals on the grass) it's easy enough to keep for now. For now, I call shim "The Bunster."
5. Holy crap, my legs hurt on Monday. And, they hurt on TUESDAY. I did not run Tuesday. I did not run Wednesday. I slept in, and then woke up, blinking, 30 minutes before it was time for me to leave for work. I mosy'd into work this week.
4. Monday, I thought about relaxing with a nice glass of wine. Then "Interevention" on A&E featured a show about a raging alcoholic, and well, it just felt awkward. So I saved it for tuesday. And Wednesday.
The doc went to the trouble of completely numbing my mouth with one of those enormous, large-guage needles, and then said, oh, gosh, this tooth can't be saved. No charge, but I drooled for the rest of the afternoon. Meanwhile, I am planning three extractions, a couple of implants, and partials.
1. Tomorrow, the Sweet Baboo and I head out to Leadville, where he is pacing a friend of ours. I may hang out at the May Queen aid station before dawn and offer to be a pacer for anyone who needs one that doesn't run faster than 11-12 minute miles. We'll see.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
|One of the pictures that someone else took of the La Luz trail run|
I did this past Sunday.
13. Himself the Baboo is doing oct training in San Antonio during the MONTH of November. I have never been away from him for that long before.
12. That is, by the way, the reason I am signed up for the R&R San Antonio marathon. Some people check out the coffee shop when they teavel. I check out the marathons.
my first 100 miler at the end of February, here.
(picture of buckle added for JoJaJogger)
10. My favorite work collegue and lunch partner is gorgeous. She likes to stay fit, and looks much younger than she is. She goes to the gym most days of the week. She is single, and would like to meet someone, she says, but the men her age are not only paunchy, but "seem" old. Meanwhile, the only men who approach her are 25-year-olds.
After I finished rolling my eyes at her "problem" I suggested that she hang out at some of the events I go to. "no paunchy guys there," I told her. She's not convinced. I think she thinks ling distance runners are freaks. I'll work on her.
9. I am now a firm believer in the Sunday marathin cooking and freezing routine. I have two crock pots running, usually, and when tney cool I bag and freeze the results. But I don't label them, because that would involve searching for a Sharpie and remember I. Am lazy. Soooo...Dinner is, um...dinner is whatever is in the quart ziplock bag I just took out of the freezer. I just grab whatever frozen bag is on top, thaw it out, and then decide what to do with it.
7. I am going to be so happy when the Final Destination 5 movie comes out! BECAUSE I'M really pretty damned sick of the commercials.
6. As of this morning, of the 3000 face-to-face client hours I am required to have before applying for my independent license, I have 13 left. THIRT. EEN. next up: a crazy hard licensing exam.
It's what's for breakfast.
4. No matter jow long I work where I work it's still jarring to hear a 4' tall 6-year-old saying, in his very sweet, high-pitched voice:
I DON'T FUCKING CARE!
GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!
or, the ever popular FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKERS!
Yes, children are the future you know. Working with them is SOOO rewarding.
3. Sometimes when I run in the morning, I run past elderly men or couples, dottering along, and I wonder what they think.
|(Actually, it's a diet Mountain Dew)|
Divide about 1/4 cup of brown rice between five containers and ladle this stuff on top.
1. This week I was looking for a quilt hanger. Sweet Baboo and I have a quilt that his grandmother made, very pretty, and I want to hang it up.
When you look for stuff on Amazon, Amazon makes suggestions for what other people bought this product also bought....
Here are my suggestions from Amazon:
Sunday, August 07, 2011
Today I participated in the La Luz (Spanish for, "The Light") Trail Run (for me: trail hike). There is a Wikipedia entry for the La Luz trail here. I have stolen various photos and posted them throughout. Ignore the ones with snow. There was no snow. It's August. Anyway. This race was declared one of the twelve most grueling races in North America.
This is the 46th running of the LLTR. That means that the first running was held when I was 5 months' old. I figure that also makes it one of the older trail races in NA. Participants are selected by lottery, because it is held in US Forest Service Land, and limited to 400 participants.
Once you hiked La Luz, you get the feeling that this is a race that was put together as a result of some trail runners hanging out and drinking beer, daring each other to do some crazy shit. Did I mention that the start is around 6200 feet altitude, and the top is around 10,400 feet? Yes, that's right. There is nearly a mile of vertical gain. It's a trail that many of the locals aspire to ascend, but it is noteworthy that about a mile up the trail, where there is a post, the trail suddenly becomes slightly less traveled.
As I had no intention of running, my realistic goal was 3:30.
My fantasy goal was 3 hours for the entire 9 mile race.
Sweet Baboo, by the way, finished in 2:09. Because he's a freak. And a bit of a stud. I can't for the life of me figure out how he can haul 200 lbs up the side of a mountain in that amount of time.
The first 1.8 or so miles is on road, and starts just about 3/4 of a mile off Tramway in Albuquerque. The rest of the run, about 7.2 miles, is all La Luz, baby. There are aid stations at the trailhead, and two or three more (I can't remember) on the way up. They are manned by boy scouts. I got water. I don't know if they had anything else there. I was carrying a pack, by the way, with about 60 ounces of water in it, and my watch chimed about every 6 minutes reminding me to drink. I also drank at least a cup of water at every aid station - I still ran out of water about mile 8.
The race director forbade ipods, but I noticed several people wearing them. I guess I did not know these rules were optional. I didn't bring mine, and I'm beginning to wonder if this might have been part of the reason I did as well as I did.
Now, you can get a pretty good pace in - mine was about 16 minute miles for the first 6 or so miles, occasionally trotting down some flats and downhills, although there weren't many of these, until you get to the rockfall.
Ah, the rockfall.
What can I say about the rockfall on the La Luz? Sometime in the past, there was a major landslide of pink granite angular boulders down the side of the mountain. The trail cuts back and forth over this rock slide, which is narrow at the bottom and wider at the top, four or five times. What we in New Mexico lack in altitude, we make up for in annoyances. I passed one woman who had already turned her ankle before getting to the main rockslide, and as she was stepping gingerly over a rocky part of the trail, she asked me if "this" was the rock slide.
|NOT what is on most of the rockfall.|
To make matters more complicated, although most of the boulders are well situated in their spots, some are not. You don't know when you'll step on one that will move. NOT a great place to go if you've already turned your ankle.
|You'll be stepping over this after|
mile 6. A lot.
After mile 8, you're gasping for air, but you know you're almost done and you feel pretty cheerful.
Until, that is, you see this:
at this point, if you're like me, you're already sucking serious wind, and you're like, STAIRS? REALLY? You you shake your head to clear it of the evil mirage before you, and it doesn't clear, you realize the truth: there is, indeed, a very steep flight of stairs in the middle of this rugged trail. Because, God hates you.
The man in front of me went up the stairs on hands and feet.
I followed, gripping the rail like grim death.
By now you're getting closer, or you assume you are, because many, many spry people are bounding back down the trail past you, calling out, you're almost there! It's just around the corner! And you resist the urge to trip them and then eventually, it is there. You're done. You get your finisher's shirt, which is only given to people who are wearing bib numbers and cross the finish line.
And then there's a burrito and some green chile stew.
And then you ride the tram back down, which is cool.
Oh, did I mention my time? It was 2:56ish. For the first time ever, I beat my fantasy time.
Take that, VA.
Saturday, August 06, 2011
Today, I ran the Socorro Chile Harvest Triathlon today, for the 6th time. So here are my stats so far for this little sprint (400 m pool swim, 12 mile bike, 5k run).
2006: 1:38 Total. Swim 9:38; Bike, 47:32; Run, 37:38 No place.
The run wasn't as hot as usual - there was a slight cloud cover, just enough to keep the really hottest part of the sun off us, and I felt pretty good (probably because I didn't ride with my brakes on). My legs were pretty good since I didn't spend an hour riding with my brakes on: My 5k time time according to Garmin was 31:06, average pace just over 10 minutes per mile. I started out slowly at about a 10:30 pace, so I must have negative splitted it.
Possibly filed under race reports
Thursday, August 04, 2011
13. So I guess I'm doing a triathlon on Saturday. I was actually feeling pretty good about not having a ride to the Chile Harvest triathlon this weekend. Outwardly I was all, well darn it, I guess I'll have to miss it. And inwardly, looking forward to A Day of Sloth, as well as not humiliating myself in front of hundreds, given that
A) I haven't been in a pool during 2011, and
B) I have been on a bike once, and I've ridden 10 miles total, on a flat bike path, during 2011.
|Police were posted at all trailheads, including this one near|
So, but, then I made the mistake of posting publicly on the New Mexico Outlaws message board that I wasn't going to be attending because my ride (Captain Baboo) has guard duty that weekend. No sooner had I done that then the club president, herself Dreadpirate Rackham, emailed me at work and said basically, oh no you don't missy and added some other stuff I can't quite remember. "Your complacent ass" was in there; I remember that.
|In the very center of the picture at top is some tall TV|
antennas. Can't see them? That's how high
it is. And THAT'S where the finish line is.
|Blonde. With an E.|
11. Wednesday, I
took a SELF-PITY day (it's in your human resources manual. Go check) and went and spent Groupons.
9. I also decided to be a blonde again. That's BLONDE. With an e. Because I'm worth it. And yes, I used a Groupon.
8. I will be meeting the head of behavioral health for a local hospital soon to discuss my new internship placement. A bit more about it: It is in a local hospital. Both of our largest hospitals here have acute psychiatric wards, which is where you go if it is determined that you, due to a mental disorder, are an immediate danger to yourself or others.
Note: Acute psychiatric wards are not for you to threaten your teenager with or to take your kid to because she throws temper tantrums. They will be sent home, and you will have lost ground in the war against bad behavior.
As you well know, I lurves me some crazy people. We'll see if that holds up after 9 months spending two days a week in an acute psychiatric ward.
7. Wednesday's Pity Party slothful day of indulgence, courtesy of Groupon, was fab. Got my nails done, got my toenails done (I pretended to be asleep to avoid the inevitable questions about missing or half-grown-in toenails). I got a massage. Then I ate cake. YES, CAKE. I'VE HAD A TOUGH COUPLE OF WEEKS.
|One of the pairs I bought.|
And no, they aren't wedges. I think wedges are ugly. I don't care who that offends. They're frankenshoes. So there.
5. Text message from Daughter:
I had to block [roommate] from facebook.
She has decided to hate me this week.
Hmm. What to reply?
What'd you do - eat all her food?
Have you run her her long distance bill yet?
Is she sick of cleaning up after you yet?
In the end, I went with Oh, my, girl drama. Hope it all works out.
|Taken in our back yard about two weeks ago.|
Sometimes it rains.
3. In the past two days, I've slept about 18 hours. That's so not like me. I feel like I could sleep more. I suspect a creeping depressive reaction to the VA debacle. Maybe not.
2. I'm really pissed that one of my Italian cypress trees out front apparently took a serious hit this past winter and has dead spots on it. I always wanted some of these, and now I have them, and now it has dead spots. I know that's a very minor thing to complain about, but it annoys the hell out of me.
The end result is this: in addition to all the other things that are cool about the Dream House, whenever I walk into the back yard - either from the driveway coming home or from the house, leaving - a large flock of birds rises in a mass ascension in a cloud of wings, and the end result is that every day I feel like I'm in my very own romantic movie set in Italy - you the know the scene where they run through the square, hand-in-hand, disrupting a flock of birds. EIther that or Mary Tyler Moore. Either way, it's kinda cool.