Rhett is actually feeling much better. He's back to his crayon eating, mess making, turning mom gray before 31, type of self.
He has actually been off of oxygen for a good part of the day. Of course he is back on it now that he is sleeping. I totally blew off his pulmonologist appointment the other day. My brain for some reason has turned into moldy swiss cheese, and the hamsters that are supposed to be spinning the wheels are obviously on vacation somewhere. ~Probably in a warm climate with their hamster buddies running around with the wind blowing through their fur.
Me? I'm sitting here at my computer trying NOT to become a Pamcicle.
My teeth are also crumbling out of my head. It's probably from me chattering them so much the last month or so.
I was sitting at the computer minding my own business, tweeting away, and the back portion of my top two front teeth just fell apart in my mouth. I wasn't eating or anything. That's the second time in two weeks.
My teeth used to be okay, but I grind them so bad at night that over the last three years they have decided to turn to dust.
Since Andy and I don't have insurance there isn't much I can do except hope that I don't turn into one of those freaky ladies off of My Big Fat Redneck Wedding that only have half of their teeth, if that.
Those ladies totally give me nightmares.
Of course the 4 snakes that Andy just walked in the door with make me have even more nightmares. Thank God for the pet store.
------Excuse me while I go hide under the covers until he gets them moved to the pet store.
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