So its been a full week and a few days since the dreaded extractions. I kept my teeth, apparently asking the surgeon several times to save them for me. I have no recollection of this... Bizzarre.
I feel ok. Still not back to myself. I am really not a fan of change, disruptions, inconsistencies in my daily life. I dont like not feeling like myself, and not being able to participate in my own life. I was off work for a week, but I feel like I missed that whole week. I dont remember much of it, and it definitely sure wasnt much of a vacation. Oh well I suppose.
Orran was working overnights the week before my teeth were pulled, then I was home alone, and this week has been focused on getting back on track at work, at home and at WW. Feel sort of out of touch with things. Feel distant from Orran, and I really dont like that. Snapped at him yesterday for dumb things. Things that in the big picture, dont even matter. I really need to get my schtuff together and stop treating people this way. Would probably make our relationship better in the end.
So, I end my post today feeling bad about my actions yesterday, and ready for life to settle back into the norm. I am ready to be myself again.
Kid Rock and Sheryl Crow tonight. Goal is to not drink any beer. Lord, if only that was possible....
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