It Fit!!!!

The new settee came today. And...made it effortlessly through the front door.

Of course we decided I needed to go run errands during the delivery timeframe.

I was convinced it wasn't going to fit...and would become the world's most expensive piece of porch furniture.

But all is well. And the ancient loveseat has a new home...on my sunporch...and it looks quite nice there, too.

All that fretting for nothing...

Somewhere Over the Rainbow...

Is my eye...
Lovely, ain't it?

I went to the gym looking like this today. Needless to say I received some curious looks.
The bruise on my cheek by the corner of my mouth has flourished today, too. Spice told me I looked like I was in a fight.

Tee hee...

But once again...after showering and some clever concealing, none was that noticeable.



I'm on the mend!

It Must Get Worse Before It Gets Better!

Day 3: Operation Black Eye.

Here's what I looked like upon awakening...no makeup...





And then...after the beauty of modern cosmetics:

The glasses hide it even more.


Can't wait until it turns a lovely shade of RAINBOW! Although I'm hoping with the 4th just around the corner it will look more red, white and blue.

How patriotic is that?!?!

Apparently, A Night's Rest Didn't Help...

Here's what I woke up to a half hour ago:

I'm going to go into the office today, too.

Thank God for decent cover-up...although I'm not sure even that's going to work.

It's also still pretty swollen, which doesn't translate as well in the photo.

Beautiful!

PRETTY!

The surgical aftermath: When I woke up this morning, I had some swelling on the right side of my face. My upper lip was and still is all puffy. And my eye was swollen down below the lower lid up into the lashline. But I wasn't bruised.

However, the endodontist did warn me that things could get kinda ugly today...and even into tomorrow.

Ummmmmm....he wasn't kidding.

My formerly, only swollen face is now developing some lovely bruises...including a the beginning's of a nice lil' shiner in the swollen zone under my eye. I think I'm going to tell everyone they need to see the other guy if they think I look bad!

It ought to be quite a day at the office tomorrow. Thank God for good coverup!!! Although...I have a feeling it isn't quite going to do the trick...

Sigh.

Instruments of Torture

Yesterday morning at this time, I found myself sitting in the patient chair at the local endontist's office, examining this scary selection of tools -- and the ubiquitous rubber gloves and wondering how in the heck did I get there.

You see, a root canal I had done 10 years ago had begun to fail, really fail...and this particular doctor decided it was worth trying to save the tooth rather than merely extract it and do an implant. Why? Because it was my right lateral incisor -- yep...my right side front tooth.

Apparently when a root canal fails, it usually happens at the tip of the root...an easy repair job. But not mine. I'm never normal...or simple. My failure happened in the middle third of the root and thus, the good doc had to cut off most of my root yesterday. I wasn't asleep for it. All I had was a huge faceful of Novacaine. I didn't feel anything...but I'll tell ya -- it didn't sound good at all!

I had figured I'd be a bruised mess today, but actually, while it's bad, it isn't as bad as I had thought. No bruises....just a hugely swollen upper lip that looks like I wandered into a wasps' nest. And.. strangely enough, the area underneath my right eye is swollen...guess I'll be wearing sunglasses wherever I go today.

Maybe later, once I've showered and brushed my hair, I'll take a pic for posterity's sake.

Then again...maybe not.

Storm Clouds

Sunday, we went to Swings 'n Things to belatedly celebrate Evan's 9th birthday with my mom, my sister and nephew.

The entire time we were there, dark clouds hovered overhead. Threatening clouds.

And just as we were getting in our cars to leave, the storm began.

It was so nice of it to hold off until we were done.

Evan particularly agreed -- two years ago when we went there, he was too small to drive the rookie go-carts. This year he was more than tall enough.

He's growing like a proverbial weed, so by next summer, he'll probably get to drive the full-size ones.

Watch out...he's hell on wheels!