I decided to design a gallery wall above my fireplace. Somehow I miss seeing my barns and cows.
All over Blog Land, I’m seeing the farmhouse look mixed with a bit of boho style. Maybe it’s a “thing” now. This could be part of the “modern farmhouse” look.
Well, it’s my apartment and I can decorate it how I like. I can mix and change and mix and change again. And it’s okay because I like it and I’m who looks at it day to day.
As well as all of you of course!
A Gallery Wall Now Above The Portable Fireplace:
I like the gallery wall behind and above the fireplace. It’s so wonderful to sit in my chair facing this wall enjoying the warmth and watching the pretty flames.
See Ivy on the far right-hand side playing with one of her catnip mice? I bought her those at the grocery store the other day and she’s been batting them all over the place ever since.
So let me tell you about the last 24 hours. When I left you last, I was taking Charlie to the groomer.
Then I walked through the indoor section of the garden nursery for a bit and then decided to drive to Homegoods. It’s about 10 miles from my apartment.
I was doing pretty well, keeping the pain in my mouth at bay after the cyst was removed.
Then suddenly around 3 p.m., the pain began to increase. And it continued to increase beyond what it was the first day.
So I called the doctor’s office and the nurse said the doctor was in surgery. I told her I thought I’d taken quite enough of Tylenol. And though I really hate to resort to pain pills, I was beside myself with pain.
I called her again about an hour and a half later because desperation was setting in. She told me she’d left two urgent messages with the doctor. I apologized for being a pest because I really hate to do that.
A short time later she called and said a female doctor there called ten Norco pills in for me. I was so grateful to her.
I was not at all impressed with the doctor who did the procedure. In fact, I don’t know that I could ever make myself sit in that chair again after being shocked in it.
I Had No Instructions After The Cyst Removal Procedure:
He sent me home with no instructions, just said if the side of my mouth that got shocked got worse to let him know. Well, that side is fine.
I think I may have a sinus infection, which is probably making matters worse. I keep coughing and that hurts too. I’m congested and breathing a lot through my mouth. And oh, sneezing doesn’t feel at all good.
I need to clean my apartment but I’m afraid dusting will make everything worse.
The prescription wasn’t to be ready until about 6:30. I hate to drive at night. I never drive at night. And I especially hate to drive at night when I’m foggy with pain.
I forgot my reading glasses and once in the car, couldn’t recall how to turn my lights on. Which made me feel incredibly stupid. I went inside and got my reading glasses and still kept turning the windshield wipers on instead of the lights.
I finally located the lights and drove the mile to Walgreens. It still wasn’t ready. So I went inside and looked at magazines until they called my name. I was so confused with pain at that point that I could barely function.
Finally In Tears As I Drove Home:
On the way home I finally figured out I didn’t have the lights on at all. So I turned them on. That kind of broke the camel’s back, so to speak, and I cried all the way home.
Pain I can only describe as similar to when you eat ice cream too fast. Except it lasts for hours and hours. It felt like something was boring into my teeth and gums and cheek.
I was once again ever so thankful that I’m so close to everything. That’s the best part about where I live. Everything is so close by that it just takes a few minutes to get there.
I don’t know what is going on but I don’t think I trust that doctor enough to deal with him again. I felt fine when I was driving to do errands and when I was putting the paintings on the wall. The pain wasn’t bad at all.
How could it get much worse days later? Well, I’m no doctor so I don’t have the answer. I just hope this thing settles down, because I really, really hate to take pain medication.
I Do Not Want To See That Doctor Again Ever:
And I really, really don’t want to go back to him. He didn’t schedule a follow-up visit anyway.
I’ve already had to take three pain pills. And that’s three more than I ever wanted to take. I’m the type who won’t even drink a margarita because I don’t like how it makes me feel.
After I took the first pain pill around 9 p.m. last night, the pain still didn’t let up until I took the second one around 3 a.m. Then I was able to finally get some sleep.
I keep wondering: Did I have this procedure done too close to having the shingles vaccine that made me sick like I had the flu?
I’m taking vitamins and supplements and now Vitafusion Power C for immune support. I hope this resolves itself soon.