CrapNovember 13, 2007
The dentist was phenomenal!
The Litigator is the patient fantastico!
The lip is gigantic.
The tooth is loose.
The ligaments behind it are damaged.
The big tooth behind it is unharmed. (Sigh of relief)
It will change colors.
Hopefully it will heal and return to normal in the next few weeks.
Hopefully it won’t fall out.
Hopefully we can move on from this because I am a shaking, nervous wreck.
Before you read what I planned to post…Tell me, is she having a bad week or what?
She did a faceplant last night and busted her lip open and slammed her two front teeth…I think they are pushed back up into her gums a little…Gah! The blood…! I am sending her to the doctor/dentist ASAP this morning…Please wish us luck that it’s not as bad as it looks…
Fa The Litigator is sick. Poor thing.
Remember the other day when I said I was up since 2am? Well, it’s been pretty much like that all weekend. Saturday I took her to the doctor after two, full sleepless nights, and she confirmed and ear infection. I knew it.
Her first one ever.
She was in pain. But the kid tolerates pain a little freaky-like.
She was complaining only at night and during the day, peachy. Just peachy.
After two sleepless nights I ignored her pleas to NOT go to the doctor and bribed her with a trip to the pet store if she cooperated.
It worked. And she even took a strep test with not much struggle.
Here’s the kicker.
The Litigator won’t take her medicine! (OR let me look at her teeth!)
She threw up the one night I tried to jam Tylenol down her throat. It’s fun changing puke sheets and washing Liquid Tylenol soaked hair in the middle of the night, no?
Then, she refused every time after that.
But not just zipped her mouth closed and ran, refused. Oh No, that wouldn’t be fun.
She argued a bajillion reasons why she shouldn’t take her medicine. (“It’s awful!”, “I’m not really sick, Mamma. I promise.”, “That medicine won’t help me.”, “Look, I feel better already.”, I think you should give it to RT instead.”)
Hence, her new name.
Today, with chewable fruity amoxicillin in her system for four days (“I knew I would like THESE PILLS, Mamma!”) Followed by a gummi bear chaser. (Hey, a Mom’s gotta do what a Mom’s gotta do.)
She seems more ‘herself’…Gah. Until last night of course.
So I got a new name for Fa… “The Litigator”.
The joke in our home is, “I got a new name for you. Wanna hear it?”
Then, you say, “Yeah”…and the other person comes up with this wacky nickname like “Poohole” or “Chicken Nuts” or “DoodieLog” or “Bucky” or something totally stupid.
It cracks us up.