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* I left the weekend in an absolute freaked-out state because ( tooth stuff and ADHD ) Belovedest was kind enough to talk me down from that enough to sleep, eventually.
* This came up at the appointment, my worry about the thing. The assistant said something very kind about the likelihood that any irritation was caused by Sunday's misadventures, and didn't see any problem, but might have wanted to leave the stitches in longer. The surgeon took a look and said I was fine and it was looking perfect, and the lower layers had survived even though the upper layers were looking gnarly. And he took out the stitches and took off the icky layer. Yay!
* My next appointment is at the end of November, to poke a hole to expose the screw socket. I will learn more about it, including details on the costs, closer to the time. I gave my dentist a heads-up. The surgeon will be sending stuff to them and they'll call me to make an appointment once they have it, sometime after the brand new piercing. (Cue "All I want for Christmas", a joke that I will continue to make until I have both of them again.)
* Dreams were super vivid, and the usual villains were in their less-venomous forms. Dad was just a frail old guy who needed encouragement to eat, and I was feeding him random chocolate bars with tapioca pearls inside. The setting was outside on my parents' property, under one of the big spruce trees. The dream with illicit fireworks and That Idiot Shawn seemed to be some kind of sequel, set in a waterfront/river place that doesn't actually exist anywhere. There were weaponized bees (bees were there and we used our knowledge to evade stings while getting pursuing bad guys to run afoul) and polluted no-go zones and a lot of those surfboard-like things with the little sails. And somehow a little magical mechanical dragon toy that kept getting used by different sides in a family argument to win the fight.
* Therapy brought up elementary school, for next time, and I had yet another insight that makes me mad about it all over again. I can see why the teachers made some of the decisions they did, but ARGH. The insight was about seating several children with ADHD in a row, except it was alternating hyperactive and inattentive. If I had been asked at the time, I would have even been able to articulate the problem, even though I didn't know I had ADHD. I did know that my learning was being severely affected by being seated directly next to other children who were going off-topic and stimming and whatever it was that small boys with hyperactivity on the scale of Fucking Calvin do in 2nd grade. I didn't know that I was disproportionately affected by it; I thought that was what everyone had to go through.
* I left the weekend in an absolute freaked-out state because ( tooth stuff and ADHD ) Belovedest was kind enough to talk me down from that enough to sleep, eventually.
* This came up at the appointment, my worry about the thing. The assistant said something very kind about the likelihood that any irritation was caused by Sunday's misadventures, and didn't see any problem, but might have wanted to leave the stitches in longer. The surgeon took a look and said I was fine and it was looking perfect, and the lower layers had survived even though the upper layers were looking gnarly. And he took out the stitches and took off the icky layer. Yay!
* My next appointment is at the end of November, to poke a hole to expose the screw socket. I will learn more about it, including details on the costs, closer to the time. I gave my dentist a heads-up. The surgeon will be sending stuff to them and they'll call me to make an appointment once they have it, sometime after the brand new piercing. (Cue "All I want for Christmas", a joke that I will continue to make until I have both of them again.)
* Dreams were super vivid, and the usual villains were in their less-venomous forms. Dad was just a frail old guy who needed encouragement to eat, and I was feeding him random chocolate bars with tapioca pearls inside. The setting was outside on my parents' property, under one of the big spruce trees. The dream with illicit fireworks and That Idiot Shawn seemed to be some kind of sequel, set in a waterfront/river place that doesn't actually exist anywhere. There were weaponized bees (bees were there and we used our knowledge to evade stings while getting pursuing bad guys to run afoul) and polluted no-go zones and a lot of those surfboard-like things with the little sails. And somehow a little magical mechanical dragon toy that kept getting used by different sides in a family argument to win the fight.
* Therapy brought up elementary school, for next time, and I had yet another insight that makes me mad about it all over again. I can see why the teachers made some of the decisions they did, but ARGH. The insight was about seating several children with ADHD in a row, except it was alternating hyperactive and inattentive. If I had been asked at the time, I would have even been able to articulate the problem, even though I didn't know I had ADHD. I did know that my learning was being severely affected by being seated directly next to other children who were going off-topic and stimming and whatever it was that small boys with hyperactivity on the scale of Fucking Calvin do in 2nd grade. I didn't know that I was disproportionately affected by it; I thought that was what everyone had to go through.
