Long story short, I got punched by a homeless guy (don’t worry the cops got him) and now I’m waiting in the ER for them to determine whether or not anything is actually broken (it’s not) before they push my incisors back into place.
I’M FINE (my husband is here and I’m at the best trauma…
Oh jeez. Hell of a way to find you on Tumblr (this is the lapsed fic writer formerly known as lazyartisan- hi!). How can I make sharkflip’s day better. Hmmm.
I can tell you about the shop kitty? He’s supposed to keep mice away, but really he’s just there to be a love bug and make the customers all gooey. He’s gigantic, about the size of a raccoon, and covered in three inches of fluffy black fur. Sometimes he doesn’t realize he isn’t kitten sized and tries to walk between things on the counter but doesn’t fit. Sometimes he tries to sit on the keyboard while I’m working, and sometimes he does sit on top of the papers I need to do that work, and then when I lean over to push him away he licks my face. And we frequently find him napping in boxes, even though most of the time he’s too big to actually fit and sort of oozes over the sides.
SHOP KITTY!!! One of the reasons I’ve been planning to move on from my job in the next few years — and I love my job, so it’s not that I want to quit — is that one of the prospects lining up for me is to manage/buy for a small local store, and I could bring my dog to work with me. It seems like a really trivial thing to make a decision around, but it’s also kind of not. Because shop critters are just awesome.
Face update: just got home from the ER. Teeth are back into position and held in place by a splint that’s like temporary braces that just go from eyetooth to eyetooth. Turns out that my maxilla is fractured (like, the area around the tooth sockets; makes sense), but nothing started hurting until everything was back in place. Everyone who’s had braces knows how that feels — your teeth suddenly pushing on each other.
Anyway, that started to hurt, and we waited in the ER like FOREVER before being discharged, and then had to wait for my prescription to be filled, but now I have valium and oxy-something and am feeling much better (though still kind of shitty). I also had a milkshake and now I’m having soup and my dog has hugged me without punching me, so things are better. Going to acupuncture tomorrow, and back to the maxillar-facial people next week, and not going to work for a bit, SO THERE.
I did get all weepy again when I called my parents, and the thought of figuring out how to fix this problem (vagrants needing to not loiter at our facility, without me getting punched in the face again) is very stressful, but I’m doing pretty good all considered. I’ll probably go back to my therapist for a session or two (haven’t needed to see her for a while), and then to my orthodontist and dentist, and do all these grown up chores I’ve been neglecting for a while.
Anyway. <3 to my virtual peeps. We don’t talk that much, but thanks for letting me know you’re there.