Worst. Week. EVER.

This week has been quite… cruddy. Starting with Friday last week, I started getting sick. I came to work Monday thinking I was on the mend, but I was getting worse. Then that night my compy crashed. I still need to take it somewhere. I’m trying to decide if I just want to get a new one and get rid of the crashed one. Maybe a lappy? I’ve gotten really used to the dual screen at worky, so maybe I’ll be an uber-nerd and do the dual screen set up at home. What do you think? (and I’ll stop adding –y to words. Really, compy, lappy, and worky are the only words I do that to.)

So Tuesday, I ate some nachos and a filling came out of my tooth. I think the dentist must have done a crappy job and the cavity kept growing behind the filling until if fell out. This was an abscess, not a cavity. Some would even say it was ginormous. I later had a drink of very cold orange juice (because I’m sick, right?), and nearly died. It hurt for like 5 minutes after Luckily, Christy and Matt were there to laugh at my misfortune and discomfort. Hooray for good friends, huh?

Wednesday, I went to work for a couple hours, then went to a new dentist. I told them about my ability to metabolize Novocain quickly (is that an ability or a curse?), and that the last time I had the nitrous oxide, it didn’t do anything. So they numbed me up pretty good, then gave me the gas. The nurse came in and asked me something, and I realized my legs were tingly and laughed at her. When I finally calmed down and told her, “No.” I was giggling again. I felt so stupid. I just couldn’t control myself. The dentist came in and asked me if I had grown up in Salt Lake, and a laughed so hard, I spit on him. I apologized so much, but I kept laughing because it was so stinkin’ funny. Then I started to get tired, and couldn’t hear what they would ask, so they had to ask twice, and I’d laugh again. We finally found an acceptable level, and I had my tooth fixed and watched Star Wars Episode I. Then went home and consumed far too much ibuprofen.

Thursday (today) I woke up and couldn’t open my eyes, they had crusted over. It was pretty sick. So I went to work for a couple hours, found a doctor, and now I have a prescription. Don’t worry, it’s not pink eye, just a little infected. Gross.

So I’m staying home from work Friday. I’m still sick, my eyes are red and bloodshot, and I have no computer. I don’t want to see what will happen next. I may stay in bed all day long. Oh, and the movie from new years will have to wait, seeing as it’s on my crashed compy… You lucked out, Emma…