Each November I pledge to myself that I am going to dedicate time to writing every single day with a goal of 50,000 words by the end of the month. (That’s roughly 1,667 words per day.) I always sprint out of the gate at the beginning and then by day five or so, I peter out and start skipping a day or two or nine and then write my fingers off for several days in a row, only to lose track of time and realize the month ended last week and I only have 10% written.
So this year, NaNoWriMo.com offered a Camp NaNoWriMo to kick off their fundraising event, by having a Summer version throughout July. I decided that would be fabulous to participate in because after four years of trying, November is clearly NOT my month for writing. So I started a “cabin” of my own, only none of my writer friends joined so the last week of June, I opened it up to anyone. My cabin mates were mostly quiet. Two seemed to interact occasionally with me. And we were all off and writing.
Two of my kids had to have their wisdom teeth extracted under full anesthesia within a week of each other and the dueling pain meds schedule and accommodation of soft foods combined with palatable textures for the one with Autism became my full-time job. And before I knew it, it was August and I only had 8,376 words completed.
Back in September or October, Randa’s dentist informed me that her wisdom teeth were starting to come in. She gave us a referral to an oral surgeon and we called. No joy. He no longer accepted Randa’s dental insurance. We tried another. Same result. We tried three more. Finally, in February, we found an oral surgeon in north Dallas. Or so we thought. We drove up for the preliminary appointment; no easy feat from our house during peak morning rush hour. The doctor seemed capable and friendly and gentle with Randa. We went out front to schedule the surgery. The receptionist said that it would take about a week to hear back from the insurance company and then she would call me. She handed me prescriptions to have filled and gave me a folder with some antibiotics in a pouch stapled to the inside. Long story, short: It took them until freaking July to get approval from the insurance company and surgery scheduled. Wow.
So, last week we had it done. She did fine, all things considered. She’s still puffy and swollen and eating soft foods. But we’ve weaned her off the hardcore pain meds and she’s taking ibuprofen and sleeping well. Only she keeps telling me that “Dr. Brown is a bad, bad man. Put tooth back on.” Perhaps she’ll think differently when she’s able to eat fried foods and drink through a straw again.
So, while Randa has been recuperating, I took Ismail and Aiman to the dentist for a regular check up. Ismail’s wisdom teeth also appeared to be ready to come out. This dentist sent us to an oral surgeon just 10 minutes up the road from us who actually takes our insurance. (Had I known back in February….*sigh*) We went yesterday and had the appointment and yes, he needs them yanked out. We should be hearing back next week and he should be recuperating in two.
It used to be that Summer vacation time was about road trips, running through sprinklers, and eating popsicles. Now it’s about not missing school days while you recover. At least there are still popsicles.