Highlights Of My Week...To Expect The Unexpected

It's been a Crazy, Crazy, CRAZY week around here.

On the 25th of this month I will be turning ..........50!!!!!
Now, when I turned 25, I was a nut-case. Seriously, I cried like it was the end of the world for a freaking month- two weeks before and two weeks after my birthday.....because I was a QUARTER OF A CENTURY OLD. I guess for a young adult...a quarter of a century seems like a LONG long time.

But I've grown up a bit....quite a bit it seems. And Fifty doesn't seem to be bothering me even a tiny bit.......(yet). I don't think it will either, to be honest. Maybe I've come to the conclusion that age is just a mind game. It's not how old you ARE as much as how old you feel. And I swear- I feel like I'm only about 27....if THAT.

Which brings me to my REAL issue. I went to the dentist last Monday. I've been having some loosening of three of my teeth and thought, yeah- I haven't been to the dentist in a while, I really need to get this looked at before. MAYBE these three teeth can be saved, but I honestly thought that they probably couldn't and the bad news would be that I would have to have them pulled and get a bridge. Now, since it's three front teeth, I wasn't particularly thrilled, but I figured I could deal with it. After all....I just got a TAT and that Hurt Like The Devil. (and btw, Paul- it DID hurt me worse than childbirth and the memory hasn't faded AT ALL and no I will NOT be getting another one-except for adding teardrops, as I well stated in my LAST post.Unless I do that dagger thing.)
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Instead, The dentist came in, sat down, and asked me if I had ever had a talk with my regular dentist about Peridontal Disease.....and then proceeded to tell me good news!!!

He can save all but my back four molars (two of which have been broken in half for several years) on the bottom jaw.....That was the GOOD news.

The bad news followed in short order. I have to have all 14 of my TOP teeth removed and SOON, because I have already lost so much bone in my top jaw, if I wait more than a couple months, I won't have enough bone to even support a denture plate......which in effect would render me toothless on top for the rest of my life.
Now, normally I'm not a vain person....I am admittedly overweight, but can deal with it because I can lose it if I put my mind to it and my butt in gear, exercise like a demon and keep my mouth SHUT and stop eating junk food.....and I rarely wear makeup- I like the natural look and wear full make-up for very special occasions only ...plus the occasional smear of lip gloss and mascara when I need a bit of a mental pick-me-up. But this dental thing is hitting me like the "QUARTER OF A CENTURY OLD" thing did. I think I have either cried or majorly teared-up every single day since finding out.

What is is about our teeth?

So that's that....in two weeks time I will be getting my dental work done.

Now, Happier news........On Sunday night, my friends at work threw me my very FIRST EVER IN MY LIFE Surprise Birthday Party!!!!
All weekend long we had been working together but instead of us all kind of hanging out together in our off times, we weren't.
I was still spending time with them separately, but we did very little together as a group over the long work weekend.
One would call the other and instead of talking like they usually did, the conversations were very short and usually ended with..." I'll get back with you in a little while, okay?". And usually, when two of us were sitting together, if one of the others called and wanted something, the one who was with me would say. "Come on and walk with me and go see what "other person" wants..(.or) is up to." But this weekend, they would "get back with each other". ALOT. I really dropped the ball on it too. Usually I am on top of everything that's going on at my site. I know all the wherefores and whys and who's of the inner-workings. But being distracted by this dental thing and all that's been going on with it made me a bit thick to say the least. I did wonder a couple times if I had done something to upset them, but brushed it off cause neither of them was acting funny when I was with them separately. I figured that it was just a weird, weird weekend and it would work itself out by the end of it.

Well, about midnight, I got a call from one of my girls saying there was a funny noise coming from a ground floor secured room and could I come check it out. Since the other two girls were busy doing either one thing or the other, I was glad for the distraction. I told her I was on my way, and trotted off....(literally, because unusual noises usually mean something isn't right and needs an emergency call to the building engineers and an Incident Report and I was REALLY hoping I wasn't going to have to write up one of those cause they are a ROYAL PITA to do.)
Anyway, I got down on the ground floor, was at the door she had indicated listening for any odd noises, and hearing nothing out of place...when she popped her head out of the EVS department next door and said, "Come in here and see if you can hear it any better from this side...".

Now I have been in EVS a hundred times and I have NEVER been able to hear ANY of the equipment in that other room from there...nor had I ever noticed a door going from EVS to that particular equipment room. But it's not like I had ever had a reason to really LOOK for one, either, if you know what I mean. So I followed her, thinking she must know a secret entrance I didnt know about and would be more than happy to have knowledge of now.

I turned the corner and went thru the double doors- and there they were.....Horns and whistles, balloons, cake and candles, chips, dip, fruit, soft drinks, candy, gifts and cards.

My jaw hit the floor. I had been TOTALLY oblivious. A state I am not normally in or even close to.
Bless their hearts. They have no idea how much that meant to me. And it was a GREAT party!!!


So that has been the highlights of my weird, weird, week.
ALL unexpected in one way or another.