My gums, cont'd.

The amoxicillin has stopped the suppuration, hooray! Apologies if you’ve just eaten. The plumber has been here and shown me how to turn on the heat tonight if he doesn’t come back with the part he needs. I’ve done dishes, vacuumed, watered the seedlings, and started laundry. I’ve got the bathroom and dinner prep left.

I’m feeling quite okay about things. I’m still swollen but not puffy. I also realized why the puffiness was freaking me out. My sister was hospitalized in 2005 for a big oozy wound in her neck. Since this was during a relapse, you may correctly guess that said big oozy was her primary infection site. I was that puffed up on the side of my face, like some villan from a DC comic. Staph Girl or SlimeMouth or something like that. Knocked down by Microbiology Dude, I’d smoke in my cell in Arkham and sing my songs of non-glory: “The stench…(cough) I blew away crowds of preschoolers, overworked husbands…seriously, I could have taken the Joker.”

For now the meds are working on knocking this shit out, and the supplements I’ve been taking appear to be helping things on the PMDD front. I’ve had a couple of good cries, but other than that it’s been feeling mostly even-keeled. Now to find an acupuncturist and some sort of class for me, and figure out how to deal with Seamus’ new mouthiness. I think he’s in need of a good old fashioned ignoring.

Things you never thought you would say

“Honey, we never touch our penis while we’re cooking dinner.”