March 22, 2011
Last night we went out for National Ravioli Day (yes, I do live in the best country ever) to a new little Italian joint up the road. The food was amazing, save the t-ravs (ironic, yes?). They were a bit tough and chewy. But the hand-rolled meatballs, and the aroncinis and the salads were top notch and definitely worthy of returning.
March 21, 2011
Zoe had her first hard lesson in economics at the mall yesterday.
March 21, 2011
And just like that, almost as stealthily as it crept up, the pain left.
March 19, 2011
Had great seats at the theater tonight. Another awesome performance by Cousin Dan.
March 18, 2011
This just proves that going to the neurologist is no fun.
Another vote for trigeminal neuralgia today. I tried really hard not to cry when he told me there is no treatment for it, but I couldn’t help it. They throw scary meds at it in varying doses to try and manage it, but it’s all really just a crap shoot. Maybe it’ll go away on its own, in time. Maybe.
I think if you’re going to give a person news like that, you should at least let her get some kicks with the rolling stools.
March 17, 2011
A year after leaving the soul-sucking cesspool that was my last job, I’ve finally broken out of the old dress code. Fun prints and bright colors.
Lots of green today, for luck o’ the Irish. Happy Eire Day to you and yours!
March 17, 2011
Grab shots from our post-dinner stroll.
March 17, 2011
Okay, boys and girls. We might be finally settling on a resolution. At the very least, a common diagnosis. Dentist today poked around, and rattled his metal mirror torture-device thingy around my teeth and, after peeling me off the ceiling, proclaimed, “I think it’s trigeminal neuralgia.” Ding ding ding! That’s what the primary care doc said, so that’s what we’re going with for now.
March 16, 2011
V-I-C-O-D-I-N.
March 16, 2011
Let’s see if medical expert #5 can figure anything out. Seeing the dentist late this afternoon.
After a pretty good day yesterday, I crashed and burned last night. A rush-hour Vicodin helped, except for dinner, which was excruciating. Again.