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2013 Reading Goal

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As you may know, last year, I set a reading goal for myself. With all of my reading for school, I read 8 of the 15 book goal. However, only one of these books were from my reading list. The others were from my school list.

This year, I have decided to challenge myself again. I’ve created my reading list, but I keep finding books to add to the list. It’s pretty crazy and I can’t help myself because I’m a book lover.

I’m just going to read as many of the books that are on my list as possible, but I’m still going to read the other books. The thing about books and reading is that I love this process. I love the feel of the books in my hand. I love the process of choosing and finding a great new book to read. I believe I’ve always been this way.

Ok, it’s obvious that I’ve digressed from my main topic, my reading goal. It’s ok though.

Work vs Play

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There are times when I have so much to do, but I really don’t feel like doing it.  Today was one of those days.

I didn’t feel like making the calls or sending the emails, but I knew what I had to do.  When times like this arise, I have to do the same and arise to the occasion.  I decided to encourage myself.

I cannot play if I do not work.  I decided to work as hard as I possibly could at 5 1/2 months pregnant and with 3 children.  Then I would allow myself to play.  Play for me equals making a new journal and reading the book that I just got from the library.

Someone may be thinking that I’m crazy, but that’s what I really want to do…So, I’m off to get some more work done that way I can play.

The Good, The Bad…The Dentist Part 3

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I thought the endodontist had finished the job, but it turned out that I had to return to my dentist to get the crown put on my tooth.

Oh! Don’t get confused. This would not be my last visit regarding this tooth either…

As I sat in the chair, I wondered what type of work had to be done in order for the tooth to be completed.

The nurse numbed me up and prepared me for the procedure.  The dentist explained that he would have to shave my tooth down so that the crown could fit over it.  He also told e that after the procedure was completed, he would take an impression of my tooth and send it off.  Once the permanent crown came back, I could be scheduled for my final appointment.

That’s right!!! He said after the crown came in, I would have my final appointment.  I did not look forward to this, but little did I know that this visit would not pave the way for me to have a good out look on the next appointment.

He drilled…

She sucked the extra liquid out…

He drilled more…

For an hour this went on, untill, I began to feel the drilling.

My tooth had no nerve so I could not feel the pain in my tooth, but I felt it in my gum.  As he drilled, I told myself that it was normal and would go away at any time.  Once he finished the work, he thought that I was ready to make the impression for my permanent tooth.  It wasn’t until he took another look into my mouth that he realized that my gum was bleeding and had not stopped yet.

He tried multiple things, but nothing worked.  He decided to coterize my gum tissue.  I asked him, with all of the different tools in my mouth “what is that?”  He proceeded to tell me that he was getting ready to burn the outside nerve of my gum so that it would stop bleeding.

He reached in my mouth and…I felt the pain of the heat hitting my nerve.  With that he stopped and numbed me up again.  I was assured that I wouldn’t feel the pain of that procedure once the shot wore off.

I left the dental office with a temporary cap on my tooth.  I went home and tried to get some rest.  Later on that night, I experienced pain and discomfort.  I had to once again, pray and take two Tylenol.

As I sat there, I reminded myself that I would have to attend another appointment where my temporary crown would be taken out and the new one put in.

My gums ached and I felt sad.  For I did not look forward to the next appointment with any  anticipation…

To be continued…

The Good, The Bad, The Dentist Part 2

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After a week of being in pain from a horrible toothache with a temporary filling in it, I was still trying to bear as much as I could. With everyone’s busy schedules, I tried to wait a while to get the root canal, but my husband…my dear, loving husband, saw how much pain I was in and told me to schedule the appointment immediately. He took off of work and ushered me into the endodontist’s office the next day.

As I sat in the chair, the “endodontist” notified me that this would not be a one stop shop. Instead it would require two appointments for him to complete the job. As you know, I was disappointed. My family is so busy and I was experiencing so much pain, all I wanted was for this to be over. I sat there with dread all over my face. All I could think of was the two appointments that would be an hour long. He saw the look in my eyes and asked me what was wrong. After I explained my situation, he decided to it all in one shot. He said that he has five children and knows what it’s like when a parent needs to take care of a personal situation. I was very thankful. I left the office with a gutted tooth and a hungry tummy.

One of the worst things to tell a pregnant woman is that she cannot eat the one thing that she is craving. I just wanted something to eat, but I could only have soup.

 

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The Good, The Bad…The Dentist Part 1

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I never knew that I would be both happy and sad about going to the dentist…at the same time. I have never really had a bad experience at the dentist, nor have I ever had a toothache. That is, until now.

This morning, everyone in my house got up really early, as I prepared for my dental appointment. My hubby was off to work. My oldest was off to school. My two younger children were off to the daycare. Meanwhile, I was dreading visiting the dental office.

I’m normally not a baby about going to the dentist, but there is something about being pregnant that causes me to feel my emotions more that I can remember ever feeling them before. Ok, ok…I won’t blame this on my baby. The hormones had very little, if nothing, to do with my love, hate relationship with the dentist. The truth is that I was dreading the visit because of my last one.

When I was 12, I was trying to open something with my teeth and I chipped a tooth. The tooth, I guess, already had a cavity, so we had to take a trip to the dentist, ASAP. Once there I got a silver filling that I thought would last FOREVER. Instead, you’ve guessed it, the filling fell out. Not a couple of years later, but recently. I was very disappointed in the quality of dental work that had been done in my mouth. I guess I was really counting on never having to return to the dentist unless I was getting the routine cleaning and exam. Yet after the filling fell out, I had to go.

With the filling gone, my nerve was exposed to the air and I was told that I would have to get a root canal. The dentist made it seem so simple that I thought it would be a quick fix. That’s right!!! I thought it wouldn’t take multiple appointments and tons of pain. Instead, that is exactly what it has taken.

I first had to go to the dentist, who gave me an exam and a x-ray. He put a temporary filling in my tooth and refered me to an endodontist. I was happy until I got home and my mouth was no longer numb.

For the next week, I was in so much pain, that I would have rathered having labor contractions than to experience anymore of the pain from the toothache. The only thing that helped was prayer and two Tylenol…

 

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Sometimes It All Looks Grey

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I am sitting here thinking about my day. Being 21 weeks pregnant equals a semi big belly, three kids running around, a husband that needs me, and a big bag of emotions. Now, as I’m thinking about all of this, I felt the urge to write a blog post, but I began to ask myself a question

How am I supposed to write about something, while I’m going through it?

See, the truth is, I have read many blog posts where people are portraying the best parts of their lives, but any true writer begins to write and quickly desires to share it with someone. For me, that’s my blog. I have a journal that I write in frequently, but there are times when is much rather blog about it. I don’t know why, but it feels, like my work has been published and someone who knows how I feel will read it, instead of someone who knows me reading it or no one at all. Now there are some things that I don’t want to publish at all, but what about the things I just want to say?! How am I supposed to write about things that I am going through?

I ask this because I don’t want to put my family out there, embarrass my family or friends, nor do I want to expose things that should not be discussed. I look at the situation and I don’t see any black or white. I want to give God glory in everything, but when I see grey, I am at a stand still.

I just read a blog where the writer talked about things that were, obviously, very hard to discuss, but she is helping a lot of people. I want to have that impact as well. I’m not sure that I can do that when I am seeing grey. Yet I know that there will be times when I’ll have to write about those hard things.

For the time being, I am going to pray, write, and pray some more. Prayer always helps me to see things clearly. I believe it will help me write in a clear way as well. In essence, I’m saying that I want to see things through the eyes of God when I can’t see things clearly and even when I can…