I have all sorts of thoughts swirling in my head at the moment, but I’m short of time to make sense of them. It’s been a weird week. My work schedule was a mess because of our inventory and I’ve been under the influence of an on-again, off-again toothache that keeps popping up out of the blue to make me miserable. I honestly had no idea that it was possible for a freaking tooth to hurt this bad. As a matter of fact, I’m not even sure which one it is, because that whole side of my mouth goes nuts when I trigger the thing. I think I might have figured out what was setting it off, so I can at least avoid making the pain worse until I can get it fixed. But it’s sort of scary, because when it goes off it’s completely incapacitating until it calms down again. I’m worried it will go crazy at work and I’ll lose my mind right there in public.
Anyway, around all of this I’ve been working. My sample for my next pattern is almost done (if I can ever settle on a new border), and it ought to be out of testing in time to release it next week. I’ve been testing, too, and I can’t wait to be able to point you to the patterns I’ve gotten to test (well, I’ve only made it through one of them, but I have high hopes for tomorrow…heh).
It’s past my bedtime, but I wanted to check in. I feel bad updating this so seldom, because I have no attention span and tend to stop reading blogs that are as boring as I’ve been lately. With any luck, soon we’ll be out of the totally-focused-on-keeping-the-lights-on stage of our little financial catastrophe, and the words and the crochet will no doubt flow much better at that point. Crossed fingers, if you’re so inclined, and thanks for your patience.
My mom had a toothache a few weeks ago. With her, it was expected, though–she had a root canal last winter, and needed another one but couldn’t afford it, so she decided to wait until she had enough money and then just get the offending tooth pulled. Only, the tooth decided to die well before she had money, and after a weekend of excruciating pain (come and go, like what you described), she had to go get it pulled on our Carecredit card. Hopefully yours is less serious, though.
(My stepdad, on the other hand, had a similar situation, but just put up with the pain until the tooth rotted so much it fell out. Dude is hella tough. Mom says it gave him horrible breath, though.)
Anyway, just letting you know that I’m still reading! We infrequent bloggers need to stick together.