Yep. My first root canal (and hopefully my last). I feel like such a grown-up. I take small comfort in the fact that I couldn’t have prevented it, really. The broken filling was an invitation to bacteria. (Yum. Doesn’t that just make your skin crawl?) The poor tooth didn’t stand a chance and now the nerves are dead and gone. I’ve got a temporary filling in there and go back in a couple weeks for a crown. My dentist said, “Welcome to the world of major dentistry.” Great. They say you lose one tooth for each pregnancy, anyway. I should have expected this. I had a lot of trouble with my gums during the pregnancy, including a pregnancy tumor the size of a grape that had to be removed by this same dentist.<\/p>\n
In other news, meh. I seem to have lost my blogging juice. What did I used to talk about? There are things I could show you. Roving and knitting and all that. But I never remember to take the photos when I have the chance. I only remember when I’m nursing (like right now).<\/p>\n
Thumper’s donkey jacket is closing in on done but, as with so many Debbie Bliss baby patterns, it’s huge. Why do I never remember to check the schematics on her patterns before choosing what size to knit? I’m getting gauge on the 12-month size and it will fit him when he’s five. So I’m thinking since he won’t be wearing it this year I’ll set it aside for a bit and start my Equinox Pullover. <\/p>\n
Oh…and the two socks knit at once, one inside the other, double-knitting thing? Once it got easy, it got tedious and slow and boring, so I took the outside sock off the needles and frogged it and am now just knitting the inside sock as a plain st st rolltop, my usual default sock. I work a round every three days, so those should be done in a year or two.<\/p>\n
Yeah. I’ve got a bit of grumpiness going on. Waiting to hear from my agent. Gah. She’s got the revised draft and I’m waiting to hear if she thinks it’s ready to go back out or if I need to tinker under the hood some more.<\/p>\n
And my mouth still kinda hurts.<\/p>\n
Harrumph.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Yep. My first root canal (and hopefully my last). I feel like such a grown-up. I take small comfort in the fact that I couldn’t have prevented it, really. The broken filling was an invitation to bacteria. (Yum. Doesn’t that …<\/p>\n