Una Semana

You know how you can have a vague awareness of a certain date or trip or event for a really long time, but then there’s one day in particular where the reality of that upcoming thing sort of settles in and you start to think that you’re not at all prepared and SWEET FANCY MOSES TIME’S-A-WASTIN’?

That’s pretty much what happened to me this past Saturday. One minute I was all normal and happy-go-lucky and look! the sky is especially blue today! – and the next minute I was scribbling a to-do list on the back of an envelope and trying to run six errands during the hour and a half when the eight year-old was at a birthday party.

The good news is that my small, private panic attack totally paid off, because I managed to get a whole bunch done over the course of two days: the freezer is stocked (I made everything on my list except for mac and cheese), my laundry is done, my suitcase is open on the guest room bed and waiting to be packed, and after about five nights in a row of being in the bed by 9 and asleep by 9:30 (oh, wisdom tooth extraction, you are the gift that keeps on giving), I am more rested than I’ve been since 2002.

Seriously. I woke up Sunday morning about 6:30, kicked off the covers, and thought, Well. I believe my work here is done.

And get a load of this, bloggy people: you know I mentioned (a week or two ago) that I was was cutting back on caffeine and wasn’t really drinking any caffeine after lunch time? Well, last week the dentist told me to avoid carbonated beverages for a few days because sometimes carbonation can cause a dry socket (I’m not really sure what that is, but I’m definitely sure that I don’t want one), so I was all IXNAY ON THE IETDAE OKECAY, but then I got a little confused about what “a few days” meant, so then I got paranoid about not following doctor’s orders, and the bottom line is that I haven’t had a Diet Coke in a week.

I. have not had. a Diet Coke. in a week.

And yet here I am. LIVING TO TELL THE TALE.

The dentist also told me to avoid using straws, and I actually think that’s been harder for me than steering clear of Diet Coke. Oh, I do enjoy a straw, and do you know what else? I find that a straw makes drinking ice water a much more enjoyable experience. Of course, I realize that the fact that I even have an opinion on this admittedly meaningless matter is a pretty good indicator that I’ve been overachieving in terms of thinking about issues of absolutely no consequence at all, but it’s good to know where you stand with the straw. Or if you stand for the straw.

(For the record, I am decidedly in favor of the straw, and I look forward to our tearful reunion just as soon as I know that all things socket-related are healthy and healed.)

(Amen.)

So that’s pretty much life around our house right now. Lots of list-making. Lots of cooking. Lots of sleeping, oh Lord be praised.

And lots of Ecuador-ing in, well, about a week.

Hasta luego, y’all.
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Tomorrow (11/1/11) at 11AM central, the LifeWay folks are having a Facebook launch party to celebrate the release of Beth Moore’s new Bible study, James: Mercy Triumphs. There will be a live webcast, lots of giveaways, and, I’m willing to bet, a whole bunch of fun. Don’t miss it!

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Comments

  1. Can you believe the thought “lucky!” flashed through my mind regarding the forced break-up with pop? I need help.

  2. I carry straws in my purse for those restaurants that are not “straw friendly”. I can barely drink without a straw. It just feels a tad uncivilized to have my teeth clink against a glass ESPECIALLY a glass in a strange place. I love me some straws! So much, in fact that when people don’t use their given straws…I usually take them and store them in my purse. :) Suffice it to say, I’m freakish about straws.

  3. YOU DO NOT WANT A DRY SOCKET!!. I had 2 when I had my wisdom teeth out: much discomfort! I am not a fan of the straw. (except at certain restaurants, that is!) I’m glad you are surviving Diet Coke-less. I am happy your freezer is full! Is there a better feeling! Blessing on your Ecuador-ing!

  4. Good for you on the break from the Diet Coke. I love drinking water through a straw, too. Makes it not taste so…watery?

    A dry socket is when the blood clot that is forming in the socket is pulled out or interfered with in some way during development. That leaves bone (as in jawbone) and nerves exposed and is quite painful for a very long time. We used to see them often in the dental office. Just be thankful you aren’t a smoker. They have a harder time than anybody else.

    • Thank you for that clarification. I’ve always been warned about it, but never knew what it was….Everyone said, “You do NOT want a dry socket…you will wish for a quick death if you experience one.” That terrified me so much and I didn’t even know why..Ha! thanks.

  5. Suddenly it’s become clear to me why I like your blog… It’s our mutual love of the straw. :)

    • Me too!! But I prefer the BENDY straw…I can make do with a straight straw, but I do love me some bendy ones :P

  6. I have never woken up at 6:30 with those kinds of thoughts. Maybe if I went to bed before midnight.

    I am soooooooooooooo excited about this trip!!! Praying!!

  7. I laugh every.single.time. I come here.
    so thanks!
    C

  8. Girl — I’m tired after reading this. All that planning, freezing and no DC! I’m so proud of you (like that matters).
    And thanks for the heads up on the James LifeWay launch – for some reason I thought it was 11/11/11 — got caught up in all those 1s

  9. I too have been a victim of the dry socket. Twice! And when kernel of rice fell into my dry socket and I had to dig it out…oh my word, the pain! Do not, I repeat, do not induce a dry socket!

  10. I was just telling my husband this weekend how it’s so much easier to drink water (and anything else for that matter) with a straw! (He thinks I’m weird.) But, now I know there are others who share my love of straws. Can’t wait to tell him! :)

  11. I love the straw. I have returned from the Great Banquet weekend – which translated is 72 hours without a straw for my diet pop and I was DYING. Thank goodness we have been reunited and I’m back together with my straw. Hope you will be too! Especially on your trip!
    Fantastic on the pre-cooking too! What a girl!

  12. I shot Spaghetti-O’s right out of my mouth when you said that a wisdom tooth extraction is the gift that keeps on giving!
    Also, Team Straw!

  13. Good for you and the Diet Coke! I used to drink Coke. Coke and only Coke. People would ask me what I drank and the answer was simple. Coke. What else, they’d naively ask. Nothing. Just Coke. Coke for breakfast. Coke for lunch. Coke for afternoon snack. Coke for dinner. Coke for bedtome. Coke, people. I DRINK COKE.

    Well, the times-they-are-a-changing. I still do LOVE Coke. LOVE IT, but due to the continuing aging process and the nothing-short-of-a-miracle that my teeth are still in decent shape and kidneys working properly, I decided I probably needed to start trying to cut back on the Coke. And I did start the process, but without much success.

    Then, on a clear, beautiful spring day, I found Mio. Oh, Mio. You delight me. (Save me the typing and read all about it (www.kraftbrands.com/mio/) DELISH. Mio revolutionized my drinking habits – a powerful statement for a beverage enhancer.

    Try it. You’ll love it. Strawberry/Watermelon is my favorite. (And, no, Kraft did not pay me to plug their product, nor have they offered me any free Mio, but fingers-crossed they’ll read this and will!)

    Drink up, my friend!

  14. I have to say I gave up straws about two years ago after reading reports that said the lip pursing that goes on while using a straw can speed up fine lines around the mouth. No thank you, fine lines! I must say I do enjoy the relaxed-mouth sip much more than I thought I would.

  15. Can’t wait to hear about your trip! Our small group at BH is praying about going to Ecuador in June.

    Also, I’ve just gotten addicted to the straw. I seem to drink lots more water that way. :) Funny!

  16. Yet another reason for me to procrastinate having my wisdom teeth removed. I’d have to give up my love of DDP?? (That’s Diet Dr. Pepper for those unfortunate souls who may not be fans.)

    Would love to hear more about your teeth, though, seriously… keep us posted.

  17. Just another vote AGAINST the dry sockets. I can’t describe them–other than awful–but suffice to say that I had my wisdom teeth out 15 years ago and I can still remember vividly laying with my head on my (work) desk wondering how in the world I was going to get rid of this terrible pain if I couldn’t manage to get my head up off my desk and drive the 30+ miles back to my oral surgeon, and what if they couldn’t help me IMMEDIATELY!!?!?! TERRIBLE! (But the amazing thing was that once they put the (strong smelling) medicine in, they were immediately better.

    Also agree on the straw. I *hate* drinking water, but ice and a straw do make it better.

    GOOD LUCK with all your preparations! :)

  18. OH goodness. I had my wisdom teeth extracted last fall and I about fell apart over my weeklong breakup with the straw. It was so difficult. I was not a fan at all. I am all about jealous of your great rest!

  19. Keri Always says:

    So here I am, riding an elevator at Childrens Hospital from the “ground floor”* where the lactation center** is located up to the 7th floor NICU where my adorable baby girl*** is. And I’m laughing out loud over this post and the next one and how you have the amazing spiritual gift of making the mundane very entertaining. This NICU mommy needed this laugh in a very big way.

    *this “ground floor” is located underground. Which totally makes sense in some world, somewhere.

    ** also known as the Milk Cave, because I can’t just call something by it’s actual name, like a mature adult

    ***she even has that “new car — ummm BABY — smell”

  20. Congrats on the Diet Coke thing!

    I HAVE NOT HAD A DIET COKE/DIET PEPSI IN THIRTEEN YEARS, ELEVEN MONTHS AND ONE WEEK.

    Not that I’m counting….

  21. I, too, have a deep abiding love for a straw. However, mine are always used to knock back diet coke. If I had to go a week without one I’d be under the care of a psychiatrist. I am completely aware of my addiction and have come to embrace it. :)