The rambly fifteen, #5.

Fifteen minutes straight writing…begin…right…now.

The minor oral surgery went well, some pain on Friday afternoon and evening, exhaustion on Saturday, but feeling normal by Sunday. Well, as normal as it gets when you have a new “tooth” to feel your tongue around and try to chew around. (Long story short, baby canine tooth was extracted, implant and temporary crown placed.)

It’s a little ironical that the dental work will cost about the same amount out of pocket than either of those open abdominal surgeries I had in Dec ’09 and Apr ’10. Excellent health insurance, dental insurance is just a joke.

So, yeah. Two years ago today was the choice between ICU or exploratory surgery to deal with the 10-cm mystery abscess. I thought I left all the tough days behind me in the hospitals. Ha.

Work has become difficult. Navigating office politics has never been my strong suit. I just want to go in, do my job, do it well.

I spent Thanksgiving alone. “At least now you’ll be spending Christmas with us,” my mom comforted me the other day. I know she hurts from not being here with me two years ago in the immediate aftermath of the mess, but I had support here then. Now that’s gone, now is when I need my family, now is when I need to be with my family.

I need each and every one of them, even when they frustrate me.

Just like the freaking Chicago Bears. The season isn’t completely written off, but I don’t have much hope. Always next year?