These last couple months have been, umm, interesting.
I went in for a minor procedure early last month which turned out to be, well, not exactly what I expected and extremely painful. Thank goodness I possess a high tolerance for physical pain and that blessing has come in quite handy over the years. Not only was it painful but I accomplished to attain the one adverse side effect that they claimed was rare with that particular procedure. Go figure!
I came out of it with a slight paralysis on the right side of my face which, thank God, is not noticeable to others and I was told it would eventually subside completely. It's already going on two months since the procedure and while I have noticed it slowly getting better it's a bit bothersome, especially trying to spit and gargle after brushing my teeth. My daughter thinks it's hilarious to watch and honestly, it really is. She'll come into the bathroom purposely just to spy my temporary infliction and we always end up laughing so hard I usually have a toothpaste mess to clean up on the counter. I'm still not sure if this procedure succeeded with its purpose but at least we've obtained some great belly laughs from it.
Although I wasn't laughing the other day when out shopping with her. Quite the opposite. I can guarantee, without a doubt, every one of us at one time or another while meandering through a shopping center have heard that high-pitched whistle emanate through the bustling landscape of a busy store. An indicated code that someone has strayed and because I have always used this tactic with my children when they'd wander from my line of sight I tend to stop what I'm doing and scope out my surroundings for lost singletons. While out with her, she strolled from my view and after my initial heart-stopping panic and scan of the aisles I proceeded to try to whistle with no luck. Needless to say, until this problematic situation is resolved I'll be carrying a handheld toot. That or she stays home, which she'd probably prefer.
