The Holiday From Hell

I'm not trying to be a downer...I promise. It's just that I've been miserable this week and I need somewhere to vent...thus my blog is having to take the brunt of the crap. I promise to find lighter topics this week...

That being said...my holiday totally sucked. Due to my abscess tooth, the right side of my face and neck were swollen and the pain in my jaw was insane after I ate and at random points in the evening. I was prescribed major anti-biotics and Lortab until my root canal can be performed tomorrow. Friday evening I became more congested than I've ever been in life and no decongestant was helping. I couldn't breathe, taste, smell, sleep...and to top it off my throat was so inflamed that I could barely swallow. It got worse on Christmas Eve and my mother and boss were concerned that the infection in my jaw had somehow spread upwards...which of course freaked me out. So I high tailed it to the Emergency Room.

The only good thing in that visit was that they put me in a pediatric room that was covered in pretty murals, fun ceiling tiles that had shapes carved into them and cartoons on the television. I sat there for 3 hours waiting for him to finally come in and say, "Well, you're congested and your throat is inflamed." I raised an eyebrow and said, "Really? You think?" Like I'd been walking around talking like a man and breathing through my mouth for the fun of it. Fucker. Final diagnosis: Upper respiratory infection and viral pharingitis...on top of abscess.

I spent most of Christmas morning on my mom's couch. When I got home, my Law and Order marathon was interrupted by the crazy lady downstairs and her son. He's always screaming at her and being verbally abusive...he yells so loudly that I can hear everything he says clearly throughout my living room. This time was worse. This time she was crying and he was shouting, "Do you want your F*****G teeth?! Do you want your F*****G LIFE?!!!" Then it sounded like he hit her. I don't usually get involved in their quarrels simply because it's none of my business and she's weird anyways...but I draw the line at intimidation and abuse. I called the police. When they got there, she of course denied there had been any problem whatsoever. For crying out loud. Her son is a 19 year old punk. They didn't do anything but make him stay somewhere else for the night.

In summary...for my entire holiday weekend, I have lived on the couch, I have been in pain, I can't breathe, I have barely slept, I've been in the ER and I've dealt with the cops.

On the bright side...I did get a new computer! Woo hoo!!! Thanks Mom and Dad.