Some Crazy, Well you Know

Last night as the most freaky, scary and honestly weird thing I've experienced.

I was in bed, trying to drift off when I noticed this odd - how do I describe this - tingly/pain in my left leg. When I reached down, my foot was cold. I moved it around, flexing my calf muscle and tried to fall back to sleep when my left arm starting going numb and got the tingles.

I had to stop sleeping on my right side and moved to my left in an attempt to change blood flow and it helped at first but it just did the same thing. Left leg was numbish and painful, as was the left arm.

I had a test on my nerves in these a few months back and it came out alright. I've also had a MRI scan which was clear too. I have no idea what it is, but it's freaking me out.

Where's the energy??

Have you ever had days when the most simple of tasks drained the life out of you and left you sitting on the floor thinking to yourself, "god I'm so out of shape?!" Well I have and it's been ongoing the last few days. It doesn't matter if I'm walking up the stairs, cleaning, or doing laundry. My energy level has plummeted.

I had Jimbo bring in my stair climber and I attempted to use it 3 times yesterday. But each time I was interrupted and I'm the type of person I have to get into a "zone" to work out. The music has to be there, the motivation has to be there and I have to have zero interruptions. It was so frustrating because I was actually looking forward to a nice 15 minutes of aerobics on the climber followed by an easy set of arm work (with my measly 5 pound weights).

I'm hoping to begin working out each evening after the children go to bed. I figure 3-4 days a week, starting at 10-15 minutes on the climber (working up to an endurance of 30-45 minutes) followed by some mild to moderate stretching and weights. I also want to throw in a little bit of bootie exercise into the routine.

I hope once I start my energy will rise. If not, I'll end up a couch potato who's house is an abyss of filth and nastiness.

Kick in the Teeth

If you knew me in middle/high school then you know I had braces. I wore those hideous bars of metal from 8th grade until right up before my senior prom. My teeth were pretty awful prior to them and I was not only forced to wear the braces but also had to have 4 wisdom teeth removed and the top pallet of my mouth had to be stretched and broken.

It was not fun.

There are still adverse emotional scars due to this. For one I absolutely despise the dentist. I'll put off going for years if I can. And there is one particular tooth I cannot stand to have touched or messed with. Which is usually the cause of my discomfort and paranoia. It's the furthest molar on the right side of my mouth.

Back when I initially got braces I had brackets placed on all my molars. Since they covered my tooth it was impossible to see exactly what was going on under there. I just hoped proper brushing was doing it's job. Then the day came when my braces and brackets came off. Everything was wonderful with the exception of that one tooth. There was a cavity and when air hit it oh my lord, it was one of the worst pains I've ever experienced. It was packed temporarily and I was sent to a nearby dentist from my orthodontist to have it repaired. It was a terrible affair and I've never shaken it.

Over the years when I'm finally forced to do my yearly cleaning I plead with my dentist to avoid that tooth as much as possible. There is still nerve damage and just touching it causes me to jump out of the seat. I've visited numerous offices and dentists but none have taken my request seriously. Instead I'm subjected to poking, scraping and prodding and when I'm finally done I never return again.

Which brings me to today. The tooth is bothering me again. The last time it started the filling had fallen out. When I saw the dentist I asked them to just pull the entire tooth out. It's caused me so much headache and stress I'd just like it gone. I was told that wasn't a good idea and to salvage it, which I did. I was also warned I'd need a root canal at some point because the tooth had been such a problem. My Mom (in law) told me to try the dentist she is using now. She swears by him and says he will listen to me and take my anxiety about that tooth seriously. She's making me an appointment this week.

Does anyone else out there hate the dentist as much as I do? I'd rather scrub toilets than to let anyone near my mouth with those nasty metal scrapers.