Sunday Stream of “Consciousness”

I gave up m&ms for an entire 24 hour span of time last week. Because I ate more than I’m even willing to admit to here. And I think when I finish this last bag, I may take some time off. I know, I never thought I’d say something like that either. It’s a week of surprises.

Sometime last Monday I discovered that my new love, kumquats, give me horrific indigestion.

I have a toothache. Kind of. One of my 12 year molars (which, fun fact, I got when I was 15) got a cavity sometime in my late teenage years and was filled with an ugly metal filling. Like 2 years later, it got another cavity (related: I have terrible teeth) and was refilled and I was warned that at that point, my tooth was pretty much more filling than tooth and that I had just narrowly avoided a root canal. I breathed a sigh of relief and moved on, having other teeth filled in the meantime (did I mention I have terrible teeth?).

In the middle of the morning on Friday, I realized that it felt like my jaw sort of hurt, except it was different than usual. It was kind of throbbing. And coming less from my jaw and more from the back of my mouth. And as the day passed, it became pretty evident that it was a tooth instead. Now, every time I take a bite of something without haven’t eaten anything much before it, that tooth hurts. I didn’t used to, which leads me to believe that, the tooth is cooked.

It should be mentioned that I HATE the dentist.

And also that I don’t think I have dental insurance.

Because I hate the dentist.

And that I regularly have dreams where all my teeth fall out.

Speaking of dreams, I dreamed that I died in a plane crash last week. Well, actually, my husband, my sister, and my brother-in-law and I all died in a plane crash. Because my sister was flying. But I couldn’t tell her about the dream until today (and then I forgot) because lately I keep having dreams come true and she was flying home from vacation today. And while I don’t think she was planning on flying the plane, I just didn’t want to tempt fate.

I just learned what AWOL meant today. After I googled it.

My sister wants me to try a headache diet. And I told her I would consider it until she informed me that in included not eating ALL THE FOODS I EAT EVERY DAY. And then she insisted that perhaps that’s a sign that I really need to try it. I have gone without chocolate for a few weeks in the past, but internet, now is not the time for me to try to cope without chocolate. That’s like the worst idea ever.

The reason I have jaw pain is because I fell off a treadmill on my face when I was 12. In a sporting goods store.

One night last week I rinsed the berries from the farmer’s market to serve with dinner. I ate my share before Slappy was ready to eat any, and then he paused the tv to show me one of the raspberries he was about to eat. It had a worm in it. IT HAD A WORM IN IT. It was totally alive and all curled up like, oh hey, I live here! So I threw it across the room and made my husband go pick it up. Only, I threw the raspberry across the room, but the worm landed on the plate next to me and tried to crawl away.

Raspberries are dead to me.

We got a “new” computer today. My MIL got a new iPhone and then realized her desktop Mac wouldn’t sync with it, so she got a new desktop too. And we got the old (totally updateable) one. I call that a win.

15 Responses to “Sunday Stream of “Consciousness””

  • Katy:

    I would encourage you to look into dentists who advertise “pain free” or whatever. I know it costs more money, but for me, paying extra to be comfortable at the dentist is totally worth it. I mean, I’m paying three hundred dollars for some fillings I don’t want–why not spend another sixty-five and get some laughing gas to boot? My current dentist is really good, so I have very little pain when I’m there, but I’ve had some bad experiences in the past and have been unafraid to ask for the good drugs–why do we have to be tough?

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    Katie Reply:

    @Katy, See, the big problem is that I hate, like, capital letter HATE, being numb. So I capital letter HATE novacaine as well. It’s totally a control freak thing, and yes, I realize how sad that sounds, but I can’t stand not being in control of my own nerves and stuff. My life is hard.

    So I’m intrigued by the laughing gas. Does it really work? Do you feel terrible a few hours later? I’ve done a number of fillings without novacaine and have survived, I’m guessing that’s not gonna work so much with a root canal, eh?

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    Danielle Reply:

    @Katie,
    Being numb is irritating (and afterwards, I can’t help bu think I look like a stroke patient), but I can’t stand being out of control, which according to my interpretation, rules out laughing gas.

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  • I love you. I miss you. I’ve been hesitant to mention this to you but I tried those pretzel M&Ms and didn’t like them. Can we still be friends?

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    Katie Reply:

    @EmmieJ, Yes. Because that just means that there are more pretzel m&ms in the world for me. If anything, this only improves our friendship.

    Love and miss you too, big time.

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  • Colleen:

    I stumbled onto your blog quite some time ago and I just wanted to tell you how much I enjoy your writing. No matter what you write about, I am interested, uplifted, inspired and intrigued. Thank you for writing. Thank you for being ‘you’.

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  • Jennifer:

    I too hate the dentist, and have the same dreams about all of my teeth falling out. I told my dentist last time I went and he laughed at me. Now I won’t go back because he laughed at that.

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  • OMG- doesn’t everyone have the dream? I just keep spitting them out- it’s incredibly annoying. Considering I haven’t had a tooth out since I was eighteen which was *muttermutter* years ago, how does my brain so perfectly remember what it feels like to have a missing tooth? Could I not use that brainspace for something important, like stuff I forgot tow rite on the grocery list or birthdays? (I, too, have awful teeth and feel your pain, perhaps a tad too literally).

    And, ew, worm!

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  • Danielle:

    I have that dream a lot, but only since this last year. I suspect it’s because of guilt for not taking the best care of my teeth… :/
    I love your blog, by the way.

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  • I hate the dentist, too! I have bad teeth, too! And I have the dreams about teeth falling out,too!

    My husband went to some awesome new dentist with high-tech x-ray stuff and a dentist that didn’t make him feel guilty for the dental work he needs. I’m tempted to go there, but it’s near his office…across town. Probably better than the last dentist I went to, whose dental hygienist wore a sweatband because he sweat so much — and at one point he SWEAT ON MY FOREHEAD. BARF!

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    Katie Reply:

    @Nanette, gaaaaaaaaaaag.

    Where exactly is this guilt-free office you speak of?

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  • ~a:

    You got your 12 year old molars at 15 too?! What about wisdom teeth? I don’t have them. I also still have two baby teeth that there aren’t adult ones to grow in. My mouth is weird.

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    Katie Reply:

    @~a, Never had wisdom teeth. But I had my last 6 baby teeth pulled, so all the ones I have now are adult.

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  • UGH! I effin hate the dentist! They give me horse tranquilizers when I go in. And I just saw a billboard that said “sedation dentistry” and I effin did a herkie! Stupid bad teeth!

    Also, all those dreams….I have em! They suck!

    MUAH!!! to you!

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  • Laughing gas is awesome. Haven’t you seen David gies to the dentist? Cool beans on the new/old computer.

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