My Second Filling
Wouldn't you know it, it was also in a wisdom tooth. I really need to get the brush back there. My teeth hurt. I haven't had anything solid to eat since yesterday at lunch. And that's only if you consider eating 140 grams of peanut butter with a plastic fork to be solid.

Oh, Yeah, I'm the Freak
My total freak status came out yesterday at the dentist. First, the dentist asked if I was allergic to anything. I mentioned that wheat pollen will send me into anaphalactic shock and I'll die. He was curious so I told him the short version of the story. I also told him about the chocolate, but made the mistake of letting him know that I don't know what it tastes like anymore. For some reason, people think that you should know what chocolate tastes like. Heck, the last time I actually tasted chocolate was when I tested to see if one Oreo would give me a migraine about a year ago, it did. And, I tell ya, it sure wasn't worth it.

The other freak thing came when he told me not to eat anything I had to chew until my face stopped being numb. That would actually be around 10 pm, as it were. I said I'd just have a protein drink. The assistant gal commented that those taste horrible. Next big freak mistake was me saying, "Well, that's not it's purpose. I have powdered protein in milk every morning and it's a great breakfast." I honestly don't think it tastes bad at all. To further my stupidity, I let them know that I also have been eating 140 grams of peanut butter by itself for lunch for the past three weeks. It's also a great lunch, but I'm getting some low blood sugar stuff going on lately, so I'm changing my plan.

My lunch today is grapefruit juice. One can that should make 48 oz, but my cool new high-tech bottle only holds 34 oz, so it's a little stout. But 6 servings of 110 calories each will give me near my lunch goal of 700 calories and with a glycemic index of 10. 10, man! Out of 100. Brilliant.

However, I can't take any oral medication at all since grapefruit juice multiplies the effects of most oral medication.

Baby Class Aliens
Well, though I didn't really want to go to the baby class last night, it was really informative. Alison is, however, the only gal in the class that isn't knocked up. And as usual, there was a young gal there who did the "Oh, I would just love to adopt a baby from China too!" crap. Hey, I'd like you to also. But little things about how they say things make you realize they are just wanting to add to their collection as it were. I changed the subject to foster care and how to get certified for that. Her husband was still interested, but she totally lost interest and was yammering at Alison about how she'd now have to adopt two kids as she wants to adopt a boy.

How Greyhound Adoption Works
Did you know that even for something as possession-like as a dog, they don't like the collection mentality when you're getting one. The Greyhound adoption people here, if you ask what colors they have, will lecture you about how that shouldn't matter. We're not adopting our daughter from China because we want to have a "little China doll." And we've had a person actually use that phrase to us recently. "Oh, she'll be your little China doll." No, she wont. She'll be my daughter.

I've mentioned before to people, and it's true, I really wish I could be Chinese for my daughter, but I can't. In fact, I know so little about how things actually work in China. The culture she'll be raised in really doesn't compare. Heck, at least we're not in rural Alabama. I don't know if we'd even be allowed. Do they burn crosses in your front yard if you adopt from China? I'll have to ask Alison's relatives that live in Moulton next time I'm out.

Uh, not really. Just kidding. (In theory.)
- posted by Nick Postagulous @ 10:22 AM