Sound like fun? I didn't think so.
Truth is, I needed the surgery so my smile can be healthy for the next 80 years. And...to be fair, my peridontist is a wonderful man with absolutely sugar-sweet nurses. However, rational explinations and fabulous personas aside, periodontal surgery is nothing to smile about.
Although my mother says no one notices that I, albeit temporarily, look different (she flatters me), I notice. I notice that the sides of my face do not match when I smile. I notice that my face is beginning to bruise and it appears as though I have taken quite the punch to my left jawline. I notice because I am living with the condition and the pain.
When you live with something, be it for a day or for a year, you notice the flaws better than anyone else. You may have a front row seat to what looks right (my abs look gooood today!) but you also have a bird's eye view of what's wrong (can't even talk about my need for a tan). No one else notices these things about oursleves, but we do. Our pastor told me when Rhett and I got married that even though I had a front row seat to Rhett's mistakes, it was not my job to point them out (really? I thought that's what wives did best?). Marriages aside, when it comes to things you live with, like your health or your home, you are allowed to point out (and correct) the flaws. While the process may be painful (pass the Lortab), the end results are always worth it.
While my jawline, cheek, gums, teeth, face, and ego are healing, I want to take this opportunity to highlight another quick-fix correction from our main bathroom (you didn't want this entry to be ALL about me, did you?). I wrote an entry last October called "Seeing Stars" in which I told of the light fixture in our bathroom when we bought Tara. There wasn't a great deal that was original to the ranch that we hoped to save, but the light fixture was something special, and I haven't been able to part with it. However, apparently in the 1950s no one took hot showers, so the fab light fixture had to go to make room for a dual light/exhaust fan. Fortunately, the original light fixture only went as far as the laundry room.
As for the main bathroom's new fixture, I had resigned myself to the fact that I would have to live with something functional in place of the quirky statement piece I'd had before. *sigh* But wait- much to my surprise exhaust fans don't have to be utilitarian- they can actually be functionable and fashionable! Sure, there are the small white plastic versions we've come to expect in bathrooms, but there are also other options- see below!
Would you know it was an exhaust fan? Me neither. It masks its real purpose (keeping the bathroom cool under the hottest conditions) and instead masquerades as a relative of the designer piece that lived upon the ceiling before. Let there be light...(and a fan). Another bonus? Rhett did all the work to make the finishing touches happen. If you're not as handy as Rhett, you're going to need to hire someone to take the light to a light/fan combination...apparently, it's tricky business.
In the end, while I am sad to tell you that Scarlet is under the weather this week, I am happy to report that our main bathroom is finished. Really! I think the main bathroom is the only room in the house that might be completely "done." I'll post the requisite before and after shots in the next post so you can see for yourself.
In the meantime, I am hoping my smile will be finished and back in working condition as soon as possible. I'm exhausted.
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